Everyone knew that one kid when they were little. Lets call him...Charles. He was the kid who told you Santa Claus wasn't real a little too early. You wanted to be Superman when you grew up, and Charles wanted to be an accountant. Your mind was filled with lollipops and rainbows, and Charles's was filled with SAT scores and college apps. You had imagination. Charles was a realist. As much as we hated Charles, and proclaimed him as the Debby Downer, we knew in the back of our heads that he was right, he was always right.