It gets even worst: 4 years later you suddenly realise that life and college is completely different from what you were expecting. But that's normal. We change all the time. It not, then I would still be chasing my dream of becoming a Pokemon trainer, right? (wait, I still wanna be a pokemon trainer...)

 

If instead of bringing me a painful and agonizing death Miss Little Claws would let me attach post-its on her forehead, nowadays I would have at least three Master's Degree and I would be on my way to discovering the cure for cancer.