My college degree has literally done nothing, occupationally, for me AT. ALL. what obtaining it taught me was how to finish what I started, no matter how long it takes or how badly I want to quit.
That said, I have always told my children that college is an option. Along with travel, or trade school, or inventing something, or any one of a zillion things that facilitate growth as a human.
I don’t care what they do as long as whatever it is helps them exercise their minds and bodies. And it should probably pay the rent.
My parents never even entertained any choice besides high school graduation in May, a full load of freshman honors courses in September.
I had no idea what I wanted to do, and it never did clear up for me the way everyone kept swearing it was about to. It is a crying shame, too. Because I know now what would have lit my fire, and if I’d spent that first year after graduating in Seattle tinkering around with my friends down there the way I wanted to, I would have probably figured out my strength and passion way back then. But my folks were only able to acknowledge a single possibility and unfortunately, it was completely incompatible with who I wanted to be. Anyway, yupp.