Call this whatever you like, could be a rant, a rave, or maybe the only one in the room talking sense. Either way, I need to tell some of my stories to elaborate.
I graduated high school with a heap of expectations from my family. Knowing that my sister graduated from NYU with a major in Film & Television and about $100k in debt, I had no other choice but to make a more sensible option. College is becoming less and less valuable, practical, and sensible to what I want to do.
I’m currently enrolled at Saint Anselm College as a Freshman. As of the making of this post, I’ve been here for nearly a month. There are many aspects of college life I dislike here. Because I’m in a boys’ only dorm, sanitation becomes an issue rapidly. I’ll spare the details unless you’re morbidly curious. Loudness, reckless driving, and obnoxious behavior are typical here too.
Even if I wished to make new friends, Saint Anselm is a very cliquey community. Within days after Orientation ended, it was like everyone gathered in tribes, more so than when I was in high school. Any attempt to make new friends would involve this unspoken, unwritten initiation as to whether you are worthy, though that seems like any friend group you go in to.
I am more than intellectually capable of handling college, the root of the problem is that I never grew up to learn the value of hard work, grit, and self-discipline. I never had to deal with it. I tend to be quite stubborn. When I hold onto a position, I rarely let go, especially when that involves potentially one of the most massive investments of my life.
As of writing this, my major is International Relations, and I’m taking Chinese, Accounting, Comparative Politics, and Conversatio (Religion and Philosophy Literature). The major I decided and the classes I’m taking are also not precisely justifying the $56,550 per year my parents are spending to keep me here. The only course I actively go to is Chinese because I loved studying languages throughout high school. Accounting I go to most classes, however, it’s an 8:30 class, and I tend to wake up later than expected. The other two I either go to but never pay attention, or refuse to go to at all.
My plan when I drop out of college involves my current relationship. I’ve had a boyfriend since last December. He’s 27, served in the Marine Corps for five years, and works for a job at a cargo company as a Data Analyst earning around $72k per year and has only worked there for four months. He’s been doing a lot of apartment hunting and is seeking his place to live in not far from where he works.
I’m not at college necessarily to get an education, but to buy myself time for when he’s able to move in for when I can move in with him. By doing that, I can start living in the real world, as well as support him both emotionally and financially by helping him pay rent working part-time.
TL;DR - I’m not happy with both my present and potential future of staying in college. Instead, I would rather move in with my boyfriend so we can grow ourselves together and learn the skills I want to at my own pace.