Where Form 8655 Quarterly 2024

P>Picture this: you enroll in a college prep high school, get perfect grades, resist the urge to drink or do drugs until you are well out of your parents' house, double major in college, and even date the same boy for five years, even though you know that you're gay. As a young adult, you delay marriage in lieu of grad school, skip Spring Break to study, and spend your summers and internships all in the hopes of achieving the American dream. But when you walk off the stage, diploma in hand, ready to get into your cushy job and into the arms of your beloved, you are not met with any of that. Instead, you are met with one disappointment after another. No, this isn't a page out of some really sad but incredibly short novella. This was actually my life. See, up until the age of 21, I committed to making all the right decisions. Everything from my course of study to my social calendar was meticulously planned to guarantee me the utmost success. I was the consummate goody two-shoes, so you can only imagine my disappointment and anger when, four years after graduation, I had three degrees, one of which was a master's degree, and no job. I was knee-deep in a quarter-life crisis, and I was mad. So mad that I would often sit in the middle of the floor of my empty apartment and scream, "Where is my stuff? Seriously?" Now, I know some of you have never heard of the quarter-life crisis, and for those that have, you probably think it's some temper tantrum that Millennials throw when we can't get our way. But I assure you, that's not the case. The quarter-life crisis is real. In fact, B. Willner defines the quarter-life crisis as the...