senior year high school is by far the scariest year I have ever encountered. No senior can avoid the university talk - the dreaded, heart-racing, wide-eyed-blank-stare topic - our future.

I can't escape it. And even when I do manage to rummage all that university stuff to the back of my head, an announcement conveniently goes off snapping myself back to reality, "university preparation assembly - period 1. university scholarship assembly - period 3. Students going to the university fair - go to the office after school"

I mean really, if it were up to me, I would buy a ticket to Switzerland, by me a piece of land in the mountains, and open up an organic farm