School

I complain about it what feels like all the time. It's either how stressed put I am from school or how broke I am.
Come May, I can't complain about school anymore. I'll be done with it. Unless I take I take up another degree.
That's somewhat insane to think about.
No more crazy professors. No more classes. No more free food. No more insanely expensive text books.
But on the same hand I need to find a job, and face the real world as it where.
I'm not sure if I'm ready for this.