On the latest episode of The Sopranos, Meadow attacks her mom for not understanding the stress her life is filled with. While listing her pressures she mentioned, "Try taking 12 credits for two semesters! I deserved a summer!" Meadow has complained about the hardships of being a young student many times before, and each time my friends and I ridicule her for complaining about overblown quandries we handle every day. The thing is, though, I sometimes whine like Meadow.

I'm about to go to bed because I need some sleep after a busy half-week. I was going to come on here and type in my blooger about how busy I've been with school, how much time it took to do all this studying, how much energy I used to write my papers, how much I loathed sitting in my bed reading and writing when I could have been sleeping trying to get rid of this cold, how I should get a cookie for my efforts. I asked myself who I would be complaining to: myself? my college friends who do as much work as I do, many with even busier schedules? My friends face many tough tasks these next few weeks. They can relate, but they don't complain. I'll try to refrain from bickering about my schedule. I don't want to be like Meadow. After all, I was well aware of what I had in store this semester. Student: the job description is in the title.