I went home this weekend; well, that's where I am right now. I live near Cincinnati, only one and a half hours away. Going home is always something I look forward to doing; I get free food, free laundry, free haircut, and free food. Oh and I get to spend time with my family. My mom made me some [unpronounceable Chinese dish] for dinner tonight, after we watched Spiderman 3. This morning I went with my mom to her painting class.

Going home is like going back in time a few years, when life was all planned out for you and you just followed you parents around to do fun things. It's also a good reminder of why we have to work hard in college. Not because my parents keep reminding me to study hard and look for internships (although they do that plenty), but because it's a tangible image of what kind of future my education can bring. It's a reminder that there's life after college, and I need to always keep that in view.