"Mom! How Do I Turn On the Dishwasher Again?"
It's been almost a week since I've finished my college applications, and I've never been so happy to go back to regular class homework. Yet, somehow, they find a way to follow me everywhere I go, even in places where they hold literally no importance. Take my job for instance. It's a Panera Bread, not a Troy High AP class. So, imagine my surprise when one of my managers who, mind you, isn't in college and isn't applying, begins talking to me about the college application process, what college is like, et cetera. Then, she randomly adds, "I'd never let my four year-old at the age of 17 or 18 move out to a college across the state or country." And I, being a yes-man, nodded my head and smile in agreement, knowing fully damn well I'm doing just that. With my disagreement of her opinion coming from a standpoint where I am said 17 year-old, however, I looked at her belief with new eyes. And, when I did, I understood why she thought that. ...