You know what really bugs me? The ones that aren’t going to college at all.

Actually, that doesn’t bug me much at all. If the desire or need ever falls upon them, hitting college as an adult isn’t the aberration that it used to be.

Like I said, my main problem is going in with a set idea of the end game at that age. I had no flipping clue what I was doing there when I got there. And when I left, for that matter. I put myself on a track early on, and inertia’s a bitch to fight when it gets rolling. In the end, I spent far more time killing brain cells than doing any real growth or gaining any real knowledge. And what did I get out of it? A degree in a field in which I have not, nor likely ever will, practice.

That said, if I had it over to do again, I probably would have still went on to college right after high school. I was entirely undecided on the next step to take anyway. But I certainly wouldn’t have locked myself into any particular path early on in the process.