The school semester is finished, Christmas is over, all our loot scattered in various places around the house and now on to my favorite time of year: work. (Did you catch the sarcasm?) I start this short week off with 30 hours in 3 days. Not my fist choice, but what else can I do.
My parents graciously paid a large part of my Spring Break trip as a Christmas gift but that doesn't solve the issue of paying for my car, insurance or gas to drive to my internship everyday next semester.
I'm beginning to realize that the real world is suddenly being thrust upon me. In only 5 months I will be a graduate of UWP, thrown in to the world, expected to challenge myself and hold onto my ideals and values.
The "real world" sucks. It seems a lot less fun than the "fake world" we find juvenile selves in. We go to school for a large portion of our lives and then we work for the rest of it.
Treasure the little things, the 5 minuet coffee break with friends, the half hour of laying in bed before sleep comes, the occasional e-mail, phone call or picture text from mom. Those things make the "real world" suck a little less.