I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
- at the start of the semester: i'm gonna get a 4.0 gpa
- at the end of the semester: perfection is the disease of a nation...pretty hurts, pretty hurts