Jag fick ett brev

I got a letter. A real letter, and although without stamps, it contains plenty of real-life impact. It was from Lånekassen, informing me that my life in freedom was over. Years of carefree student life of regularly getting "paid" is over, and the past is back to haunt me for the next decades with quarterly brain mortgages.

Does this mean I'm finally grown-up? I drink coffee. I even bought orange marmalade. And I'm paying down my debt to society whilst paying tax. Am I not overly conforming of our community's set standards?