"Oh woe is the struggle of me, the 20-something college student!" he exclaims from his lounge chair, mocha chai tea resting comfortably at his side. "None hath struggled as much as I have, certainly! O' horsemen of war, conquest, famine, and death, do not pay me mind! Fore I have been victimized by a fate much more cruel! A higher education!' he mourns from the safety of his upper middle class American home. Yeah I know, first world problems and whatever. But look, If I cant complain on my own blog, then where else am I supposed to do it? It's that point in the semester where I feel like I'm working 24/7 on assignments, handing in paper after project after paper after project... Then looking at the course calendar and seeing there's still several things to do in each and every class. It invites a feeling that I can't really describe. It's akin to heartbreak. Disappointment and maybe a little bit of anger? I liken it to working in retail. A...