I REMEMBER WHEN I was in high school, and each day seemed as though it were ten days long, and that school would never be over. I Wanted to hurry up and get out so I could begin the rest of my life. I wanted to be a teacher, then a Real Estate Agent, and then a news ancor. I ignored the excitement of actually being in school, and let it all pass me by. And now, I graduated, and moved out of home at 18. Thinking I could take on this world alone. That I could stand against all it would throw at me. I thought I was ready. Sacrificing college for work, I didnt get to study the things I needed to for my dream careers. I worked, came home, cleaned, slept, repeating these actions in a broken record form...no changes. All I do is dream about what Im gonna do next month. I will start in the spring, or Summer...maybe fall. Time passes, I work, come home, clean, and sleep. Day after day. Its so empty.