19 Going On Old.

The other day, I had a giant kick in the face telling me how old I really am (suppose to be).
Being the college student that I am, I felt it would be a good move to go in and talk to my advisors.
Yikes.
Don't worry, if I wanted to, I could potentially apply for grad school this summer.

Intened Reaction.

This however, would require me to go through.... hell.
I definitely considered it.

The earlier I get started, the sooner I would finish, the longer I would actually be able to have a career, and the more money I would rack up.

But, I would rather not have to take more than 13 credits (including the devil's subject) for the next however many semesters (including summer), get 1,000 hours of shadowing/internship-ness (is that even possible?), write a hypothesis-based research paper, apply to the chosen school, and take an three-lettered-test-that-I-don't-know-what-the-letters-actually-stand-for test.
Yep. I'll give myself an extra year to get that all figured out and hopefully finished.

This is the first time in my life that I actually feel "old."