For most of us, childhood is kind of like a river, and we’re kind of like tadpoles. […]
For many of us—and I suspect for a large portion of Wait But Why readers—our childhood river then feeds into a pond, called college.1 We may have some say in which particular pond we landed in, but in the end, most college ponds aren’t really that different from one another. […]
And then, 22 years after waking up in a rushing river, we’re kicked out of the pond and told by the world to go make something of our lives.