College is driving me crazy. And I'm not even there yet. Do these essays ever end? Well, of course they do. Otherwise when would the letters of recommendation start (not that anyone's too keen to recommend me, if you want my opinion)? You want anything else? A list of books I read over the past year? Oh yes, I have it right here with my pressed flowers and library bills, along with every other absolutely useless piece of garbage that I keep. A letter from my employer? Sure, he'll be only too happy write one. Especially since I had a crush on his son and never went back after my holidays last October. You can't have expected me to. I have a life.
College administrators clearly have a hard time understanding this. They, of course have no way of knowing senior year is the last year you get to spend with your friends. How do they know you're loth to spend your last days of so called childhood behind the counter at a drug store? They were never teenagers, they never had lives.