Now we all know that an adult is anyone over 18 years of age. Well, as all of you high schoolers will soon realize, it takes a while to realize that you’re an adult and have it actually sink in. Some days, the distinction between professional staff and student staff at my on-campus jobs bothers me … and other days, I don’t really mind being “just” a student staffer. I guess it’s mostly that adulthood, that shiesty little devil, keeps sneaking up on me!
Like recently I’ve been learning to cook. My mama taught me a long time ago and I spent a week living with my Grandma Dolly this summer learning family recipes, but I’ve never really felt secure in my ability. Probably the worst part of living in France was having to try and remember how to cook things with ingredients I didn’t recognize! Still, a person’s gotta eat and I’m not made of money, so cooking it is. Puttering around the house and around the grocery store, I suddenly realized the other day how much I actually do know how to cook! Cooking for one, or even two, always seemed so pointless, so I’ve just accepted that all I know how to cook are meals (plural) and have been building a pretty impressive collection of tupperware containers. Hooray leftovers!
Of course this epiphany comes right around Thanksgiving, so I’ve had to curb my newfound enthusiasm for cooking. I went to the grocery store and had to stop myself from buying food that wouldn’t keep through the Holiday (when hopefully I’ll come home with lots and lots of turkey leftovers …. mmmm turkey casserole!)
All this talk of cooking and I’m forgetting the most important part of adulthood – managing my money (or lack thereof). For all that I work almost 30 hours a week, all of that money goes towards paying off debts from France (where I may have gone a little souvenir crazy, haha), graduate school application costs, and grocery money! Oh! and did I mention that I have an adorable car which requires expensive repairs at the least ideal moments? Haha, well at least I have a car and I’m almost done paying it off (I own far more of it than the bank does at this point 
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Suffice it to say, adulthood is wonderful and I like being in charge of my life (at least as far as anyone ever is), but it’s also nice being a college student and being able to occasionally pretend that I’m not 100% grown-up.
