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The prospect of pursuing higher learning is daunting. When I graduated high school (mine has it's own wikipedia, which feels odd to me) some years ago I opted to postpone college in lieu of a "real world" education. My reasoning was that while my peers were buried in books, I'd be learning applicable, real, helpful skills: living alone, paying bills, working. But now that I'm finally (I'm talking like I'm an old woman here, when I'm not even 25 yet) ready to go back to school and pursue something I'm passionate about, it's, well, like I said, it's daunting.
I admire people that jumped right into school. For me though, I don't know, I couldn't decide what I wanted to dedicate four (or six, or eight) years of my 20s to studying. I'd have been one of those students that switched majors at least once a year. I'd hate to put all that work into a degree that was never used. But still, college bound friends warn me how fiercely competitive it can be, and how stressful it is. These things I can handle; I'm nothing if not relentless. But, see, I'm terribly un-school-spirited. My loyalty to organizations wavers at best.
I don't know. It feels like taking a step back at this point.
I admire people that jumped right into school. For me though, I don't know, I couldn't decide what I wanted to dedicate four (or six, or eight) years of my 20s to studying. I'd have been one of those students that switched majors at least once a year. I'd hate to put all that work into a degree that was never used. But still, college bound friends warn me how fiercely competitive it can be, and how stressful it is. These things I can handle; I'm nothing if not relentless. But, see, I'm terribly un-school-spirited. My loyalty to organizations wavers at best.
I don't know. It feels like taking a step back at this point.