Two words. It sucks. Today at my interview, they asked me how old I was. “Twenty” “Oh my God. You’re a baby!” Yes I am! Please let me be that way. But no. I have to decide when to graduate, whether prolonging my college stay is worth financially, if taking extra courses will be valuable. I have to figure out where I start my career, the kind of job I’d look for, how I’d find it, if I’m even ready to take that next step. My apartment contract gets over soon, so I need to decide where I live next, if I’ll get a room at the much sought-after hostels, if not what my alternatives would be. Meanwhile, I wait to hear the outcome of my interview today, whether I’ll get in, and what I’ll do next. Amid all this confusion, I see a horrible result, strictly grade-wise, in the one subject that I’m considering as a viable career option. It makes me question if the grade is indeed a sign, and if I should …