When I graduated high school I was reluctant to start college. Everyone seemed to be doing it but I wasn't really sure that it was the right path for me. I wanted to go into marine biology or environmental science but when I took AP Biology in high school I had to drop out or I would have failed the course. I had a feeling if I tried to take that path in college I would flunk it again so i wanted to keep it as a hobby and pursue my other passion of owning my own business. The other path I could choose would be to keep my current job where I made enough money to pay rent, get a second job for gas and food and other essentials. Over time I would save up enough money to open my own business.
However my parents were persistent on wanting me to go to college, so I agreed to at least go and try it. At first I loved it as the classes were easy and not terribly hard. My roommate and I quickly became like sisters, and I made several great friends. But as the year went on my classes go harder, I struggled to keep up with the work for classes, keep my room organized, and to do laundry before I had almost nothing to wear. Basically nothing was getting done. I made fewer friends, in fact I only was close to five people on campus after being there for three months. Gradually I felt like I was learning nothing in class, and I love to learn new things. I even spend a great deal of my time watching documentaries, reading, researching online, performing science experiments and trying to learn about them and learn more from it each time, and making hypothesis about things. But for some reason I could not find anything that gripped my attention or stuck in my head during class. My mood worsened and I became tired all the time and lost my motivation to get up and do things.
By the end of my third month I had determined that college was not for me. I was clearly unhappy and going into debt to do a job I could do without a college education just didn't seem like a smart plan. I plan on finishing the semester that I started and then to return to work. Work makes me happy, no matter what I was going through, going to work always made me happy even if it was a hard day. I even had a set plan, I took business classes my senior year and know how a business works. I have a business idea and because of my classes I know how to set it in action. I have determined that I will be happier and better off working for money and saving up for my business for the store front, items to sell, advertisement, etc. I may not make as much money in the long run and I may have to put in a lot of work for most of my life, but I like working. My business is my dream and what I want to do with my life, wether or not it makes me as much money as a college education would in other jobs. But at least I have been to college and know that it is not the right path for me. I am glad I went so I know that it is not the right choice and because I have made a new, close friend, my roommate, who I will continue to be friends with hopfully long after I leave.
