I don’t want to finish with the toughest degree so that I can get the highest paying job that will pay for my great car. Then marry some yuppie and live in the richest suburb’s most expensive white picket-fence house filled with crap that I don’t need. Pop out two and a half overachieving kids who’ll go to the best private schools and universities that money can buy, living a lifestyle that they can’t appreciate. Until I die an appropriate death due to old age after building up a nice inheritance for my overfed underloved children.
Nothing makes me more anxious that […]