My first year of college, I had zero idea what I wanted to do, but was amazed at all of the new things I could choose to learn. I picked what I liked—philosophy, psychology, sociology, math, inventing games on the school square like “hackball.” After I figured out that I was spending a lot of money to satisfy my curiosity instead of attain a piece of paper that says I am a Worthy Employee in [Chosen Field], I decided to focus my attention on Chemical Dependency Counseling.
I never finished my degree. I have, literally, like a couple of internships to finish it…and a pesky second-year English class that is, essentially, worthless to me. I don’t intend to finish it. I don’t want to go into that particular line of work. Kudos to those that can.
Essentially, I have “some college” but have only “attained” a high school diploma. (And yet, it never fails to surprise me how many people are granted college degrees that cannot communicate effectively in writing.)
I intend to go back to school when I figure out what I might like to do, or what field most interests me. The problem is mostly that I’m interested in everything.
Until then, I’m paying off an absolutely enormous school debt with dollars I earn slappin’ titties in faces, shakin’ my ass, and outsmarting drunks.