I slip out of the covers and begin my daily routine, eyes half-open. Morning Edition plays in the background as I complete daily preening and cleaning, mental organization blocking out the radio. I have a routine. That further contrasts loss of a carefree childhood, screams of an invisible transition into a world of responsibility that doesn't care if you're ready or not.

I notice I'm surrounded by adults. Few friends are even college-age, let alone students. Is this how it works? One day you're playing cops and robbers with friends in your back yard, and the next you're discussing dental benefits with those same friends over a water cooler. I always pictured some sort of dividing line, not this hazy gradient between.

A kid in a grown-up's world. I shed that skin a little more each day, losing the wonder and curiosity, sheding tears that dry to jaded expectations. The daily routine begins, yet again, on another Monday, but will this week be any different from the last? Today, I will plan little and expect even less. I want fate to surprise me. «

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