« on: November 12, 2004, 06:27:43 PM »
I'm panicking a bit.
A lot of us--if we go to the best schools we've been admitted into, which might not give us any money--will graduate with at least $100,000 of debt. That's cold, hard cash debt. That's a couple of very nice cars. And about twenty crappy ones. That's a Tiffany's ring.
And in those three years, we'll be paying an institution $50,000 a year in exchange for enormous headaches, stress, and self-doubt.
And after those three years (if we've done well), we'll be a slave to a big company for another ten, potentially causing problems with our significant others who actually want to see us some of the time. And kids?
Next thing we know, we're forty and tired.
...Now here's the cool part: Maybe, just maybe, this is all worth it, and we come out the other side that much closer to the people we've always wanted to become. And we get to actually make a difference--help people, help a community, and earn enough money to live the lives we've always wanted to live. Retire by fifty and live in a gorgeous house in the countryside. Or whatever.
K, so which one's the reality? I swear at 1 a.m. I just don't know. Probably both are unreal, and the truth's in the middle.