There are some signs that responsibility is gaining a foothold in your previously fun and carefree life. Here are a few that I've begun to notice:
When you arrive to your work-study job ten minutes early so that the shift before you can get to class on time.
When you're the reliable "sober person" on campus because you don't get hammered or high three to four times a week.
When your fridge has more fruit in it than your pantry has junk food.
When your desk is covered in homework and textbooks, and you haven't seen the surface since you moved in.
When you can be counted on to make sure the bathroom stays reasonably clean.
When you can be counted on to be in your room reading a book almost every Friday and Saturday night.
When your "goals" for a week-long break from school include cleaning out your old closet, starting a savings account, and sorting through your childhood art portfolios.
When you have "goals" for a break, instead of plans to party.
When you start sorting trough your clothes and giving away the options that show too much cleavage and you mutter to yourself "I would never wear this to work."
When you compulsively hang up or put away any clothes that are lying around the room, muttering about the mess.
When you do laundry at least once a week, even if you really don't have to.
When you wash your sheets every week because it's just better hygiene.
When you start making lists like these.
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