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One year left as a kid… am I a kid? I ask myself that sometimes. Sometimes I think I’m an adult, but sometimes humbling things happen that make me realize I’m a kid. Whatever it is, there’s one year left before I graduate and get tossed into the real world. Am I ready? I don’t know. My grades are pretty high, I don’t have an internship yet so it’s do or die senior year. I’m always hearing horror stories about how people without internships won’t get jobs. But it’s the stress of becoming an “adult” that is really starting to bear on me. Thinking about how relaxed and cozy I am right now in this house, being taken care of by my parents, and in less than a year I might possibly be completely independent, paying my own bills. Yes, I’ll have to get a job, most likely in the city, and I’ll be going to graduate school, probably Baruch. All of which is in the city. I might end up getting an apartment in the city… and if I do, that’s expenses. I also gotta start paying back monster loans, then save down payment to mortgage a house… then my life begins. Ain’t that some shit?
