Oblomovism

I thought about staying in school an extra quarter. I figured that I may as well, not to mention that there are some amazing classes being offered this spring that I would really love to take. So, I called my parents.
"We're not helping you with that. Do you know how much you owe?" My dad frantically told me.
"Well, yeah, I know it's gonna be..."
"(Huge Amount of Money)!!!!!! We're cutting you off. How are you going to pay for all this?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it all out."
"You need to put your feet on the ground."

I go to the English Advising Office and essentially lay down at the altar of the head of advising, begging to let me stay one more quarter. I'm not ready to leave. Grades, Professors, Homework, it's all I know of life. But, I was snubbed, kicked in the side and told to leave.

So, I realized as I walked home that staying an extra quarter is quite pointless and unnecessary. But, for the first time, I'm willing to admit that I am terrified. What is going to come of the blank void that will be my life in only a month! What am I going to do? Where will I go?

I'm searching for answers at the bottom of a tall glass of gin.