I started college out on the east coast at a very small, etlite private school. The nonstop partying lifestyle quickly grew old, and I sunk into a deeper and deeper depression by the day. Having come from the west myself, the weather and the people were unlike anything to which I was accustomed. Try as I might, I just could not fit in there.

The choice to transfer was for me a very difficult one. I had indeed made a good number of great friends there, whom I didn't want to leave. Also, there was a huge issue of pride, allowing myself to admit defeat. I too felt like I was running away.

But then I transferred closer to home, and that all changed. I acheieved happiness the likes of which I never would have imagined possible. My new school was perfect for me. It was everything I had dreamed my college experience to be. I no longer felt lonely or isolated or different. I quickly made friends and settled into new activities and classes with the greatest of ease.

Transferring is probably the best decision I have ever made. My first school just was not the right place for me. Had I stayed, I would have been miserable for four years, if I were even able to make it that long.

Take into consideration that there may be a better place for you to go where you will not constantly feel depressed and lonely and overwhelmed. I guaranted it exists and you do not have to live that way.

I don't see the point in putting it off. This man is a ticking time bomb.

I've been there. The verbal abuse became physical. Thank GOD I got out. A year later, I saw his mug shot on the news- he had been arrested for trying to run over a highway worker in his car.

I know that's not the last I will see of him on the news.

Don't worry about whether he's a good person or whether he can change. He's not, and he can't. Don't let him inflict any more harm on you. Break free and be the vibrant, independent woman you know you are. You can do it.

Especially in economically trying times like these, nothing comes for free to anybody. You don't have the luxury of sitting around waiting for your dream job to come banging on your door and begging you to come in (or not come in, should you change your mind on the commute one morning). Jobs are a reality every single one of us must face, rich or poor. I know plenty of people, myself included, who have advanced degrees and are nowhere near the employment level we should be. But you know what we do? We get whatever jobs we can get. Because life doesn't pay for itself, especially when you're sitting in a library every day sipping coffee. Any job is better than no job. And usually work leads to more work, so no harm can really come of it.

Just stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're a lot better off than a majority of people in this country and this world. You shouldn't need divine inspiration to help you understand that you've still got to get out there and do something.

Sorry, your posting smacks of irony. First you say you've interviewed for a vast assortment of jobs - and that if you could "find a job, any job," you wouldn't be doing this. But then you go on to say that finding work in fast food is demoralizing. Guess fast food doesn't qualify for the "any job" category.

Also, you state that there's nothing wrong with her living at home and reading magazines while she figures things out - did you not read the part where she concedes that she's pawning her own personal belongings just to get by? She's living off her parents and draining their resources. That's not being stuck in a rut - that's just mean and disrespectful! That she is in this position is nobody's fault but her own. Come on, she didn't even show up to work!

Finally, I have a hard time swallowing that somebody with two Ivy League degrees cannot find a job. I work in the legal field, and all an Ivy League grad, even one who graduated at the bottom of the class, has to do, is esentially show moderate interest in finding a job as a lawyer, and plenty of firms will bite.

and boring to boot. You're ascribing too much importance in the life and the inner-workings of another human being.

It reminds me of when I was in college and I would sit around with my girlfriends and scrutinize every possible meaning and permutation of a two-minute shitty phone call with a guy I was "seeing." And really, there was no meaning at all.

There's just nothing here. The more you try to figure him out, the more you'll drive yourself crazy. Don't worry about what's going on in his head. He sounds like a dud anyway.

It would be such a shame to waste all this intelligence.