As much as I hate to admit it, I'm nearing that stage of my life called "the real world." Unfortunately for me, this part will not by sponsored by MTV. I will not be supplied with a furnished studio apartment or all expense paid trips to the Bahamas. Instead, I'll be given a diploma and three words of encouragement: "Good luck kid !" From that point onward, my life is in my hands. It's up to me to find a job, pay insurance and scout out the best Sunday softball league. The craziest part of this all is the fact that I'm not worried about it. Well ... not any more at least.