Thea Banag

Picture this: you, in your toga, walking along the long aisle, waiting for your name to be called, excited to get hold of that diploma, or medal (if you are an honor student), until that final moment came when you could release a sigh of relief because you’re done with college.

So you’ve graduated. But that only means one thing. You’re old enough to work for your own money, and fend for your own needs and wants.