Well...
I'm receiving some award tomorrow at the Senior Awards Ceremony. I'm not a senior. Odd. I hope it's money.
Money. Pecuniary matters. Pecus.
I've decided on what I should do with my life. I should invest my money and become ridculously wealthy while living a quiet life at a major research institution as a theoretical physicist, which will hopefully require me to do a lot of traveling on a university budget. It's really quite brilliant. There is strong empirical evidence that suggests that what everyone has been saying all along is true: money can buy happiness (a Dartmouth economist published a study concluding that, on average, $100,000 of additional income is worth the happiness of marriage--with none of the misery). This way, I won't actually have to do anything besides thinking, talking to people, and occasionally writing, and if I'm a failure in every respect of life and labor I still will have a bucketload of money to appease me. I'm not sure why more people don't think of life this way.
More people don't think this way for two critical reasons:
1. Investing != becoming ridiculously wealthy
and
2. thinking = bad
However, I agree with your general sentiment. Being rich would be nice...
I also supposedly got some award too. Maybe it was High Five or something. I think your plan looks pretty good, but don't underestimate love.
no, because i don't do high five, and i got one too. my mom called all these people, and apparantly i got one for math. and although it's probably not money, i'm sure it'll look great on college apps.
College, college.... blah, blah, blah. Kids these days spend too much time stressing and worrying about college.