Like most people, I went back to my old high school after my freshman year in college, said “Hi,” to a few of my teachers, checked to see if my old locker combination still worked (it did.) and did all the old clichéd things that most students did. However, in addition to that I also did one extra round after my senior year in college, a part of me wanted to recapture that part of my life. I wouldn’t have said that high school was the best part of my life, but it was a time when things seemed relatively straightforward. Now after four years of college, I had graduated and luckily did find a job that paid decently. Though living away from home wasn’t anything usual, it felt really different knowing that I had two weeks vacation rather than an entire summer to bum around at home if I so chose. I was tired of people telling me how lucky I was, because while I was lucky to have landed that job, I felt that I was in over my head.