Today (May 24th) marks the nine year anniversary of graduating high school. Since then, I lingered, only existing in this world. Reading prior articles that I’ve posted, you’ve probably realized that I’m in college right now and that it looks bleak. You’ve been accustomed to my pessimistic outlooks. If there was any conclusion about the opinion of, well me, would it be safe to say that I’ve taken the road less traveled? I mean seriously, you take certain paths in life. You head into the workforce or you get educated and have hopes and aspirations that will inevitably leave you (or your Mommy and Daddy) in debt. If something happens, whatever the case may be, you stick to it. If you get pregnant or if you’re submerged in poverty, you may quit college and stick to the life of something less. Typically, without coming back to it. Conversely, if you’re fortunate to go to college (or even find your ideal vocation) without fail, you’ll stick to that and live life to your ideas and dreams.
For me, that never happened nor will it. I graduated almost a decade ago. I had thoughts about going into computers. I took a few college level computer classes and got an A. The problem with that was that I did not have the foggiest clue about what I scored so highly on. The instructors stunk…. horribly. After dabbling with a couple of classes, and failing on, I got on academic probation. I took a couple of semesters off (as the rule entailed). During this time, my new “passion” grew. I came back to college and found a geology course. I aced it. I loved that class.
Since that college didn’t offer the major of Geology, I transferred. After soul-crushing realization of me never getting anywhere with the stagnant progress of Wright State, I thought that I may have to change majors.
Throughout this whole time, a span of seven years flew by. I never did go to college in 14 consecutive semesters. I went off and on. I did what most people don’t do. Stick to work and college, especially at this long of a tenure. Something normally has to give.
Since college is off for the Summer (for me), I’m taking the role of being a retail schmuck. I work in an establishment that I see as an asylum controlled by inmates… but not the typical inmates. It’s controlled by window-licking children. I’m older than a majority of the supervisors and managers. My co-workers might have hit puberty. I’m assuming that they might have. I work with 15 and 16 year-old’s. They get paid more than I do. At this freak show, raises tend to be handed out more on the hours you’re scheduled rather than performance. I am now getting my raise (of a shiny nickel). I outwork almost everyone in the front of the store yet get treated like the old weather gum you step on in the parking lot.
I am sticking with college for one reason. I don’t want to be a lifer at my job. It’s a crap job where the pay the minimum wage for the maximum effort. I work extremely hard and I really don’t get anywhere. I want to be someone who can potentially have a family without worrying about how governmental welfare will be cut and how we’ll be able to make it the next week without relying on pantries.
I have a sure idea on what I want to do. I transferred majors from Geology to Urban Affairs. Urban Affairs had a few branches. I had the idea of either starting a nonprofit co-sponsored by a university hospital or maybe work for the city as a developer. Since I have restrictions on the nonprofit idea, my last idea may be my only hope. Doing so, I might be able to get out of the mentally and physically painful realm of poverty and actually be someone. It’ll be a whole decade in the making. By the time I graduate, I’ll be $57K in debt and four weeks shy of my 10-year high school “reunion”.