It was always assumed that I would go to college. I graduated high school with a 4.1 GPA and a 34 on my ACTs. It was never an option for me to do anything but go to the best school. So off I went, having no clue whatsoever what I wanted to do with my life. I majored in Marketing, realized there is a huge difference between advertising and marketing, switched majors a couple of times, switched schools once, and finally ended up at the University of Cincinnati with a variety of credits and still no closer to knowing what I wanted to be when I grew up.
2 years into school, I finally realized that what I wanted most was to be done. I fantasized about going to beauty school, but as a “gifted” student, I knew that wasn’t an option. So I decided to pick the major that I had the most credits towards and since I always loved reading, getting my Bachelor of Arts in English was a natural choice.
I graduated, barely, after blowing off the majority of my classes. Despite all of my major changes, I still finished early thanks to some AP credit from high school. I was free. I had a college degree and I was ready to live well and find a job I loved.
Instead reality slapped me in the face, and I found myself with a Bachelor of Arts working at a call center for minimum wage. No one cared about my English degree. I didn’t want to write, and Cincinnati isn’t a major market for mediocre editors. I lasted nine months and back to school I went.
This time around, I still picked the most logical choice rather than something I was really passionate about. So I went to get my teaching licensure and Masters in Secondary Education because it made the most sense with an English degree. Luckily, this ended up being something I really loved. I never actually completed the licensure but I graduated with a 3.8 from Xavier University and discovered my true calling in life is tutoring.
So in short, I spent $100,000 to work 4-10 hours a week as a private tutor. The moral of this story is, before pursuing high education, really think about what you want to do with your life, or you might end up like me, and a hundred thousand in debt to work in something you don’t even need higher education for.