Here I sit in my cold, old, dark NJ kitchen. I am debating internally over whether or not the University of Pennsylvania tab is worth this headache. My (sort of) friends all seem to have very nice, up to date, clean homes in which they spend inordinate amounts of time reading and watching television. I have a shack in which I huddle over books and a kerosene heater. What is wrong with my life? My fiance and I seem like paupers compared to those around us, yet between the two of us we have 5 degrees, a wealth of musical knowledge, and lucrative salaries. I am bewildered at life and seem to be in the crosshairs of mediocrity. The thought of slowing down to be shot truly by its arrow seems so compelling at times….