We all have to grow up sooner or later. And we will have to stop asking Mom to do a semester's worth of laundry over Christmas.
Here are seven obstacles that prevent me from becoming a real adult.
1. Laundry. The most basic issue I have is keeping up with my laundry. I cannot even blame the procrastination over doing laundry on the fact that I had to pay for it. My laundry is free, now, and I still can't seem to do it until I run out of clean sweat pants or yoga pants. Which brings me to my next point.
2. Dressing. I really struggle with dressing like an adult, in most situations. When someone tells me to dress semi casual, I assume that means I have a full day of frat benching ahead of me and I should wear jeans and a flannel.
3. Eating in. Knowing when it is appropriate to spend money on delivery food or going to restaurants is a problem. When I'm a grown up, I'm going to have to stock my very own fridge full of food and, you know, cook. Meals will not be served at 10:45 a.m. and 5:15 p.m., Monday through Friday by my favorite cook, Lisa. Meals are something I will need to figure out soon. And that will probably not go well.
4. Learning to say no. When fun is being had at Purdue, it is incredibly difficult to walk down the halls of my sorority with a backpack on. I despise having to tell people that I'm going to the library when it seems like everyone else is getting ready for the typical Thursday night festivities. I am just too eager to give in to FOMO.
5. Working 9 to 5. When I think about the fact that my future adult job will require me to be productive and work hard for eight hours a day, five days a week, I panic. Right now, I only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Even if I had class five days a week, I would still probably have breaks between classes. And on those breaks I would take naps. I won't be able to do that at work. How do I adjust?
6. Daily plan. Having a daily plan for getting things done and being organized and prepared for things is a problem. It seems like every semester I promise to use my planner, and write myself sticky notes to help myself stay organized. And every semester, my planner falls to the bottom of my backpack, forgotten and rarely used. I bought one pack of sticky notes the beginning of freshman year, and I've barely put a dent in them.
7. Paying bills. Oh, god, I can't imagine what it would be like for me to try to buy a car or a house. I would have to deny myself Tobi 50 percent off sales. That would be painful, if not like death.