I got a lot out of college, but perhaps that’s because I started a little younger. From AD’s posts, it’s obvious that he was more of a fully formed adult when he started college. I learned many, many things in college, and physics, math and writing were the least of my lessons. I learned:
[ul][li]That I couldn’t coast through life cramming for tests the night before.[/li][li]That no matter how smart I thought I was, there were many, many people much smarter than me, and I needed to adopt a good work ethic.[/li][li]That if I’m facing a seemingly impossible problem, that I can and should think of ten thousand different ways of looking at it, and at some point, I may end up solving it. Or I may just end up knowing ten thousand things that don’t solve the problem.[/li][li]That no matter how noble I may feel about my own story, there are lots of people who’ve overcome even greater adversity.[/li][li]That I can, when the chips are down, work and work and work and work until the job is done.[/li][li]That nobody owes me dick, and I have to earn their respect, and that with some people, I may end up never getting their respect, and that I’ll have to deal with that.[/li][li]How to play foosball and pool, how to fix pinball machines, when to stop drinking, how to avoid arguments, how to start arguments, how to budget, how to give CPR and how important it is to cultivate good relationships with quality people.[/li][/ul]
Through my various part-time jobs in college, I also learned:
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[li]That geologists spend a lot of time walking around in the desert and sleeping in the back of their trucks.[/li][li]That a totally cool awesome job of analyzing Voyager II data could actually just mean many, many nights of tedium in front of a computer, and if I wanted to continue with that, I’d better love it. (It turned out I didn’t love it that much).[/li][li]That people won’t necessarily pay me to be a smart guy, but they will pay me if I can apply my smarts to help them get useful work done. And, of course, they’ll certainly pay me to stack books, prepare surfaces for welding, operate a switchboard (when there were such things) and flip burgers.[/li][li]That other people I see flipping burgers or sweeping floors may actually have a lot of interesting things going on just beneath the surface.[/li][/ul]
Of course, much of this means, “I grew up a little in college,” and it’s likely that these are just lessons correlated with my age at the time. But I think that in the context of academia, I had to grow up while also trying to learn difficult subjects in a disciplined way, which added pressure and brought some clarity. And I was fortunate to have several jobs that were related to fields I was interested in, to help me figure out what I wanted to do. I imagine it’s a different story if you start college long after you know for sure that you’re an adult.
Also, none of you had any choice in the matter, but Pell Grants funded by your (parents’) tax dollars helped me pay for college. Not a lot of help, but it was better than nothing. So, thanks! I hope some of my tax dollars will help repay the favor.