One thing that sticks out in my mind from being at that point in life was a frenzy amongst my acquaintance (that I felt as well) to set a course. And I did; I decided to make myself a career as a rock’n’roll drummer. Stuck it out for several years while many day jobs came and went (delivery truck driver, burger chef, etc.) until I finally upgraded my day job to reactor operator at a chemical plant. That was the first day job that required me to think analytically, and paid enough to think about sticking with it.
Fortunately, it gradually absorbed my life with weird-ass schedules and all that it became almost impossible for me to stay in touch with fellow bandmembers and I started to disengage from a musical career that I realized was stuck in 2nd gear, at best. There was something I enjoyed about that job as contrasted with previous employment, but it was also a little bit like being the the guy with the “good” job in Siberia.
Finally, an accident put me in the hospital for a bit, and I had a chance to think. During recovery, I visited some friends in Austin and decided to go to school at UT. I spent almost another year at the chem plant saving money, and at 22 went off to go to college.
I enrolled as a psych major, but, since I was paying my own way, had no parental constraints on what studies I pursued. While I took manny non-required courses in music, history, whatever, I became interested in the brain as an organ and that application to psychology.
That path led me to some pre-med curriculums that wound up piling up my schedule with more math, physics, chemistry (we used to spell it chemystery) and biology than is normally encountered in a psych degree path. Finally, with 5½ years of full-time studentry behind me and no clue as to what I wanted to do, but realizing the Austin student hippie phase of my life had to come to an end, I just took my degree and went job-hunting.
I graduated with honors with an ambiguous transcript in December of 1980 at 27 years of age. The hot thing then was oil and gas and I signed on as a geophysicist-trainee with an oil company. During the next five years I continued to take evening courses in geology, math, and physics.
If I can avoid getting lost here, I’ll say that out of that, to me at times apparent maelstrom of confusing ideas and goals, has come a rewarding career that has definitely seen the good and the bad times, but is now quite well.
My point is that if you can carry with you a few basic tenets, like taking care of stuff that has to be done, your life can take several twists and turns that you can’t even begin to envisage at age 18, and turn out quite well indeed.
I’d guess that ~50% of my friends are in careers unrelated, or unanticipated, by their college pursuits.