If my college-age neighbors are any indication, the next generation is an absolute mess.
I'm not even talking about "life" messes (finding a job, getting married, etc.) but physical messes. This is my grandmother's generation's nightmare.
When we talk about what concerns them most about leaving home, I am surprised about how little they know about living in the real world. Not one of them can cook... anything. I see four years of kids downing cereal and calling it a meal.