I’m in my late 30s. Back when I was in college, it was all too much. I had 7:30 am classes, which were murder in the wintertime, especially when I was in bed with my first real sleep-over style boyfriend. The classes were much harder than high school. When I realized we could skip, I did – and I was kicked out of the university because of poor grades. I tried to take some classes at the community college to work my way back in, but by then I was also paying rent and living life and had a cashier job at a grocery store. My classes dwindled until I wasn’t taking them anymore – just working at an entry level job for low pay.
Now I’m 38 and still don’t have a college degree, and you know what’s different? I’m old. That’s it. I still don’t have a degree, and I’m still working at an entry-level job at a different place. And I’m trying to go back to college for the second time, one class a semester because that’s all I have time for. I have to support myself, and I can’t get any student loans because I have a job. I wish to high heaven that when I was 18 and 19, I had buckled down, quit with the silly stuff, and devoted time to my studies. If I had a degree right now, I wouldn’t be working data entry.
Yes, college IS a time hog. It sucks up your life, that’s just the way college is. If you must, cut back a class or two a semester, or better yet cut the sports, but keep going! At least, that’s what I wish someone had pounded into me when I was lollygagging my way out of University.
My husband had to quit college when they restructured student loans and he no longer qualified. He doesn’t have a degree either. He works data entry in the same room I work in, and he’s in his late 40s. He’s got enough computer knowledge to work as a database administrator, but no one will hire him because he doesn’t have a degree. We are both smart people without degrees, in dead-end jobs. We are unlikely to make enough money to afford a better home or a kid someday, because we don’t have that piece of paper. College grads with the ink still wet on their diplomas are hired before we ever will be, and there are plenty of them.
In short, if you don’t graduate college, the chances are great that you will be working some dumb job when you’re 30–50. “Do you want fries with that?” Do you want to do that? If I had it to do over again, I would totally use that time to go to college, work my arse off, and then spend the rest of my life being glad I did.
You may not believe me (I didn’t believe the older adults either when I was that age) but everything I am saying here is true. And those years will be over before you know it!