That moment when you realize you are almost half way through college and, even worse, than that you are that much closer to being in the real world doing real world things, like being an adult. When I was younger, becoming an adult was all I ever dreamed of but after going to college and getting a taste of what the role adult really constituted, I quickly changed my mind. When I lived in the dorms, I was just dipping my feet in the water of adulthood. Someone still made my meals, utilities were included and someone else would clean the bathroom daily, somehow at the most inconvenient times, but nonetheless, they were cleaned by someone other than me. That’s what they don't tell you about adulthood, it's not all glitz and glam. In fact, most of it is ugly and dirty and just downright tiresome. Now that I am a second year, I am wading at least waist-deep in this so-called adulthood everyone was in such a hurry to get to. Now, I make my meals, my utilities are most definitely not included, and I clean my own bathroom and let me tell, you I much prefer the awkward walk to the second floor of the dorms to use their bathroom, because the first floor bathroom was somehow always being cleaned. Now you can see why I am sad to say that I am almost halfway done with college, because it seems to just be getting worse from here on out.

So as I enter yet another dead week, raise the roof at yet another St. Fratty’s celebration, and conquer yet another finals week, I am starting to realize just how quickly college is going by. College is speeding by so fast, I don’t even have time to tell it to slow down. I am at the point where I probably should just take a double major and a minor and then... might as well make it two minors and from my calculations, I should probably be here for five years, maybe six, if I am lucky. This is what your second year does to you, it gives you a reality check, not before making you a little desperate and maybe making you act a little crazy, but then you realize that it’s irrational for you to be a sixth year communications major and you start to figure out your life.

I had no idea where to start; so I visited my advisor and she really put things in perspective. It was in that moment that I realized Cal Poly gives you all the essentials to succeed in the real world. When you think of it like that, adulthood doesn't seem as tremendous of a feat to conquer. At first I was overwhelmed by all of the information I received about how the next two years were going to pan out and what life after college could turn out to be, but then I felt revitalized by these realizations.

I repeatedly heard that with knowledge comes power and I finally found the truth in that statement. I am nowhere near ready to be a real adult in the real world, but if there is one thing I am sure of, it is that Cal Poly will make me ready when the time comes for me to say my goodbyes.