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When I was in fourth grade, my parents told me that every time I got straight A’s, they would give me a hundred dollars. Now that I’ve been out of college since 2005, I’m starting to get the idea that maybe I’ll never earn that Franklin after all.

I’m living with my parents for the first time in 10 years, about to enter the long and bureaucratic road to being a credentialed public school biology teacher, because I think that going into the Peace Corps is stupid.

I don’t want to get a job.

I don’t want to turn into a bowl of mush.

The World is my professor now. I’d better get an A.