My Choice Not To Attend College

My Choice Not To Attend College

It is also the amount of unpaid student loan debt in the U.S. That in particular seriously makes a person question whether or not they truly want to enroll. Plain and simple—I didn’t go to college.

$1 trillion—it’s a hell of a lot of money.

It is also the amount of unpaid student loan debt in the U.S. That in particular seriously makes a person question whether or not they truly want to enroll. Plain and simple—I didn’t go to college. There, I said it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for broadening your education. In fact, there was a time when I truly wanted to attend.

I had obtained a hefty file filled with a colorful assortment of college applications. Every application from NYU to Harvard adorned the interior of a unicorn-embellished folder which remained tucked away in my desk for a prolonged period of time. But somewhere between adolescence and womanhood, that powerful urge to continue my education somehow evaporated. The insufficient teacher’s salary my mother earned wasn’t going to be of much assistance with my college education, and the small amount of money I earned through babysitting wasn’t going to help either.

My grades were sufficient, but they weren’t enough to earn me the title of genius, and although I enjoyed being on the track team, I wasn’t headed for the Olympics anytime soon. This meant my chances of earning a scholarship were scarce, and the probability of my actually gaining acceptance, nonexistent. It was at that moment when I made the crucial decision to opt out of attending college. So, my collection of applications went into the trash, and thus began my short career as a sales associate at Victoria’s Secret. Even though I convinced myself that I was satisfied with the choice I had made, when I watched my friends head off to their college of choice, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was being left behind.

Perhaps it was a result of folding one too many hip-hugging panties, or maybe it was something more. As time passed, the hole I had willingly stumbled into became more pronounced, and I began to feel as though I had made a massive mistake. Everywhere I went, it seemed as though I couldn’t escape the reality of the situation I was in. It was as though it was mocking me, continuing to remind me of what I was missing out on. When I was at work or amongst friends, I couldn’t relate to stories pertaining to their college experiences merely because I didn’t have any of my own to divulge.

I felt like the outsider who had been excluded from some universal inside joke. I couldn’t help but feel like an immense failure. But despite my vast insecurities, I wasn’t going to allow myself to become a victim of the choice I had made. After all, John D. Rockefeller never attended college, and look how great his life turned out. Need I remind you, the man was the first American billionaire. That’s got to count for something.

Sure, statistics have proven that attaining a four-year degree will procure a prosperous career along with a substantial salary. Hell, it might even get you a mansion complete with the white picket fence so many Americans dream of. However, contrary to what some believe, it has nothing to do with money or success. There seems to be this enormous debate on the subject of attending college.

Should you attend? Should you drop out? Should you just travel the world and see what happens next? I’m not going to pretend I have the answers. Because allow me to inform you that I’m just as clueless as the rest of the world.

I do, however, know that no amount of ivy league education will immediately grant you happiness. The majority of my friends who did attend college ended up dropping out, and the rest of them are doing exactly what they did before they enrolled. I’m not entirely sure how different my life would have turned out had I attended college.

Perhaps the road to success would have been easier. Or maybe I would have ended up in the exact spot I am now—managing my blog while working as a freelance writer. Okay, so the minuscule space in my apartment which constitutes my office isn’t adorned with an impressive collection of degrees. Big deal.

I have a great group of friends, I truly enjoy what I do, and I am proud to say without the slightest amount of hesitation that I am a genuinely happy person.

Not bad for a girl who didn’t attend college, eh?

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