This is the first September I can remember that I haven’t bought pencils and erasers and 3-ring binders and headed back to school. It’s weird, let me tell you. I am now a college graduate, and that means I have to be an adult now. Accordingly I have begun renting an apartment with a few friends, and Monday I start work.
Take it from me: living is expensive. You have to pay rent, which eats up a paycheck pretty quickly, and then there’s food. I highly recommend eating regularly in order to stay alive. Then there are phone bills and internet service, and occasionally one needs new shoes or clothes, etc. I never realized how good I had it as a child. Are you sure I have to do this whole adult thing?