When I stepped foot on my campus last August, I was here to learn, study, and you know, the other stuff. I was here to learn, and I still am. I'm making friends and getting ready for my BA, not my MRS degree.

I'm not dumb, I know that most people meet their future spouse in college. I've thought about it. That random kid I always see walking from the SAC I might one day see as I walk down the aisle with my dad. It makes sense, even though I go to a huge school I know there's a chance. But, I did not come here for my MRS degree, no way, nuh uh.

I was raised to be very independent. I know what I want, and how I need to get it. My parents never shied away from making me work for what I want, and with those ideas, they instilled a love of school into me. I know that right now, what I am doing is something that women have fought long and hard to be able to do, and in some parts of the world, they are still fighting for. School for me isn't just an in-between phase, I'm not just buying time waiting to leave the care of my parents for that of a man.

In fact, I don't ever want to be solely dependent on a man. I have no issue with women who want that, feminism is all about women making choices for themselves if that's their cup of tea that's their cup of tea. I want to be able to live the life I want regardless of who I'm married to or what he does. That's why I'm in college: I want to be more than someone's wife or daughter. I want to do something with my life, but what that something is I'm just not sure yet.

Marriage is a beautiful idea. It is wonderful to be able to proclaim your life and love for someone, and to enter into a marriage is something I one day hope to do. But my M.R.S degree? Yeah, I'm not looking for that. I'd rather have my student loans, thank you, next.