Questions

     So, I'm looking over the vast landscape of my small bedroom with the sounds of strange aliens conversing from the planet of Minecraft leaking in through my un-soundproof door. What do I see? Lumpy land forms of shoes, clothes, books, and other various odds and ends. Why are they there? How did they form? Did my closet experience some sort of collision? Did an earthquake shake all my books from their pedestals? Where was I when these tragic events happen? Will they happen again? Should I bother gathering a clean up crew? Let me talk to my colleagues about this issue for a few months before making any rash decisions.
     Hello college, I've heard so much about you. I thought you would be different; from what everyone else has told me I thought I'd have more freedom if I got to know you. I also hoped that I'd constantly feel enlightened, but I guess that just isn't possible. Can I learn something that I'm interested in now? Why must I take all these unnecessary classes, why are you trying to control me? I will prevail, let me assure you. I also hoped for clarity; what should I do with my life? The more I learn, the more confused I get. Everything's getting complicated! Why must I do this all myself? I guess I'm not alone, but it seems like I'm the only one interested in me sometimes. You are definitely not interested in me, you are just an impersonal idea that American culture has made seem important and necessary. I really don't need you though, I could learn everything I need from experience...that is, if anyone would let me get experience without you. Sigh, looks like you win there. Again I emphasize though, I Will Prevail! That is all, for now.