Why did I go to college? I like to think that I wanted an education. The traditional classroom education as well as the college experience. My college experience included four schools, so I guess I didn't take the traditional route. If I had, I think I might have formed a stronger connection to my college years, if that makes sense. Does one make a connection with a year? I mean, with the experience as a whole.
Maybe I thought that a bachelor degree would ensure me a career. With a degree, I could do something that would both interest me and provide me with financial stability.
Back in 2007, I didn't have any plans. Since I was 21 and didn't have a degree yet, it was logical. So I went.
All good reasons to go to college.
But let's be honest.
When you go home for Thanksgiving, you go out to the bar. You see people you grew up with but don't really keep in contact with. When they ask what you've been doing, I didn't want to have an awkward answer. I was active in high school. I had promise. Maybe I was clinging to that a little. Maybe I still am.
I don't want to tell the people I don't care about that I would prefer to bum around the country, meeting people, going to the beach, learning, eating, dancing, and being happy.
...because it sounds bad.
I mean, I might have been forced to endure four seconds of a disapproving look. Maybe not. I don't know, I never tried. So instead I spent $16,000 on a piece of paper that says I know a lot about literature. Now when people ask me what's going on, I can tell them I have a degree. Nope, no job. Thanks for asking. I know, the economy, the job market, still waiting for feminism to really kick in, you've gotta spend money to make money, it's just a temporary job to tide me over, the job search is tough, my friend's been looking for a year.
-------Rewind three years .. take two-------
No, no degree. But I went on a safari last week.
What would have been wrong with that?
I've gotta get my priorities back into some semblance of a Phoebe friendly order.
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