I first attended college straight out of high school, skipping semesters as necessary to pay for tuition. Mostly because I was under the impression that that’s what you did after graduating high school. Ended up doing 4 semesters over 4 years, all of them academically bad. Way too much partying, way too much skipping class. I was such a dumbass.
Got a job as a jack-of-all-trades in an office, learned some database stuff to help out, and eventually knew enough to consider myself employable as a programmer. Left because of burn-out; working 14-18 hour days for months on end tend to have that effect. Now:
Having learned about computers (sort of) and having an interest in philosophy of mind, I ended up at the local university library reading an awful lot. It was totally hit or miss; I had no idea what I should be reading or whether I was actually making progress. In short, I needed guidance. Once I realized that, it was a no-brainer to go back to school.
My goal was originally a BS in Computer Science (CS). I ended up with a BS in CS and a BA in philosophy. I recently got my MSc/CS, and am currently working on my PhD.
Not much. I wasn’t making much as a database programmer; no real demand for it where I was.
I started off working p/t and going to school p/t. I then received an inheritance that allowed me a year of not working, going to school f/t. If it hadn’t been for that, I could not have done full time school; I made too much to qualify for student loans (I have no idea how that could be) and had to have a year of no income to begin to qualify. When in school, I ran up a credit-card bill. Given the choice of starving/being homeless or going into debt, I chose debt. As of now, my wife and I have paid off the card and are making enough as grad students to put some extra away every month. In other words, it worked out better than I expected.
When I was working, I worked. Not much of a social life. At school, I tended to be more social, but not much. As a 26 year old in a sea of 18 year olds, there was some (perceived on my part) weirdness.
As if there was any comparison. Things are a lot different when you go to school because you choose to. The only detriment was that I needed to cook my own meals, pay my own rent, etc.
No and not at all.
Yes, not at all, not screwed around in the first place. The only real regret that I have is not getting involved in research when I was getting my BS. Of course, I hadn’t planned on continuing, so it didn’t seem important at the time. In addition, I simply had no idea that such things were possible, not being steeped in academia.
Nothing. I can’t think of many situations that would be more satisfying to me than to stay a perpetual student. I can’t/don’t understand people that gripe about school in general.
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DUDE! I answered for your benefit. It’s not an ego thing, it’s to possibly help you learn from my experience.
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