This is what we call the real world, children.

I feel like I’m being pushed into the real world all at once.  Yes, I know I already went through my first year of college.  But somehow, my second year seems to be more of the “real world.”
Like paying for something that equals weeks worth of labor.
Submitting health insurance information – I know nothing about my health insurance, I’ll admit it.
Researching credit cards.
Figuring out all of my tax information.
Talking about setting up a type of 401k plan.

But, there’s still a long way to go before I’m really in the real world.  I realize that.