was a waste. I got there as an immature 18 year old. They give you a million choices and tell you to pick what you like. Now I am a senior freaking out wishing I had picked something practical like nursing. I just want to be able to stand on my own two feet. I hope I will but I am disappointed that my first job out of college is paying little more than my high school job. This is not helping my depression.
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