7,500 is a bigger number than I would have thought, honestly.
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#706
I don't care for art museums typically. I care even less so when someone tells me I have to go to one.
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#700
Being an adult is mostly pretty ok. I like making money and being able to decide things for myself, but whenever I actually sit and think about being an adult, I tend to get kind of depressed. Not necessarily for the crappy parts of being an adult like taxes, but because of things that were the norm going away. For example, as an adult, I will never have a summer or winter break again unless I go into teaching which isn't terribly likely. Once I finish school, the whole year becomes work. Even now, my "breaks" are filled with extra classes and more work hours. Even the nice parts like having money steadily turn into lists of expenses and realizing I actually have much less than I think. It sounds kind of funny, but while being an adult comes with its perks, on some level I dread the idea of "growing up."
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