I was on exchange my junior year, too, in Brazil. I had no clue about tests or college apps. I also had no clue about what I wanted to do with my life - aside from being a writer, which everyone pretty much agreed was a pipe dream.
I took the ACT the same week I got back from Brazil. I was still thinking and dreaming in Portuguese, and I was so fluent in that language that my spoken English didn’t always sound right. To do the ACT, I had to read the questions in English, think about them in Portuguese, figure out the answer in Portuguese, then translate back to English to see if anything sort of matched. I have no idea what I got score-wise.
I was a straight-A student aside from that, with ECs that would have been good for the time - lots of drama, including statewide competitions, Girl Scouts, the exchange year, I founded a mime troupe, etc.
I didn’t research any colleges at all. Where I lived, everyone either applied to U of M, Michigan State or maybe something like Calvin College or Notre Dame if you had the relevant religious affiliations. Me, both of my parents had gone to Central Michigan, and I spent some of my toddler years on campus in their married housing. When I visited, I actually remembered some of the buildings, a certain playground, etc., so it felt homey to me, plus it was closer to home than Michigan State.
I applied at the very last minute to both Central Mich. and MSU. Central accepted me right away, so we put down a deposit and figured that’s where I would go. MSU waitlisted me, probably because I applied so late. They let me in over the summer, but I was already set to go to CMU, so we left it that way.
It wasn’t bad by any means, but I was still sort of drifting through, not knowing what I wanted. My first set of roommates were all on academic probation, had alcohol and other things in the room, etc. I was a goody-goody honors student, so it was a horrible fit. When I applied to switch rooms, I asked the housing people why they’d matched me like that. They said they thought I’d be a good influence on the other girls. Oy!
The new room was better, but still not great - all sorority girls who were waiting for spots in their sorority houses. I was not at all into Greeks. One of them was Chem E, and another wanted to be a physical therapist, so they were academically driven, and that part worked for us.
Anyhow I transferred out after my first year to follow a boy in another state. The relationship didn’t work, but the school did.
I double majored in anthropology and philosophy, and went off to a top tier grad school for a PhD in religious studies - cognitive science of religion, specifically. I got orphaned (which means my thesis advisor left the school) when I was ABD, and ABD meant I was too far along in the program to follow my advisor to the new school. The entire program collapsed behind her, and I fell through the cracks, permanently stuck at ABD (all but dissertation).
I’d had other jobs in the meantime - teaching, curriculum development, etc. But then I started writing on the side for Yahoo!. Travel, gossip, politics, science. It was super fun, and while it didn’t pay a lot, it paid. Strangely enough, it was writing gossip that changed everything for me.
Writing gossip requires this campy, conspiratorial voice, and a certain playfulness with language. So if somebody gets busted for big-time embezzling at Disney, you write that Such and So went from the House of Mouse to the big house because those weren’t Disney Dollars he was stealing.
And that playfulness somehow connected with the sci-fi / fantasy stuff I’d been writing in high school. Story ideas started pressing their noses up against the glass, begging to be written. That was 2011. By 2012, I’d sold my first pro short story. So what am I now? An author, the exact thing I’d wanted to be in high school!
I don’t regret the circuitous path or the unusual education choices at all. They’re all excellent training and material for what I do. I have to create people, cities, cultures, even entire planets, and thanks to all of that time spent learning pretty much everything social-sciency, I can do that. Anthropology, philosophy, sociology, psychology, religion - it’s all part of what makes us human, and my genre, even if we’re telling stories about magic and faeries or spaceships and aliens, is all about the question of what it means to be human.
Anyhow, I might have said all of that already, so apologies if I’m repeating myself. I suppose my point is that it’s OK to not know what you want to do at 17, third tier universities/directionals are just fine, and weird academic paths lead to far more interesting places than “Would you like fries with that?”