So...it's again been three months since my last entry. I would apologize, but since nobody cares, that would be pointless. I would promise not to let this go for another three months, but since that's what will most likely end up happening anyway, I'm not gonna do that either.

Okay, end of introductory rant. Proceed.

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When I was preparing to move to school and away from home for the very first time, did I somehow miss the memo that said, "Welcome to adulthood; now attempt to solve all your problems by crying!"?

Technically-speaking, I'm a sophomore in college, but since last year I went to a local community-type college and this is my first year at a large institution, I consider myself more like a new student (but definitely not a freshman! - just to clear that up). Now I understand that the first time you move away from home and have to start getting through day-to-day life without your parents and all the comforts and amenities of "home," it may be a little scary and you may feel like all of a sudden you've been stranded out in the big scary world all alone. But by the time you've reached college age and you're physically in college, the period in your life in which crying is an appropriate way to deal with your little melodramatic issues has ceased, people.

I have been at UW-Milwaukee now for just over three months. In that time, I have witnessed FIVE people start crying over things. Two of them twice! Now, okay, I realize that sometimes a good cry can make you feel 20 times better - trust me, I know this first-hand. But crying in the middle of class is something that generally ends around first grade; I do not view it as appropriate or conducive to solving your problem once you're in college (three of the five people I'm referencing here have cried in class, two of the five have cried in public, and two of the five have cried alone in their rooms, but loud enough that they were obviously hearable).

...I really have nothing else to say about this. I just think it's ridiculous. I do have a really great conclusory statement though. :D

::Ahem::

In conclusion...

Welcome to adulthood. You're not a baby anymore, nor is it acceptable to be treated as such, so stop acting like one.

(Okay, well...maybe it sounded better in my head. Whatever; point made.)