I never really understand the meaning of college. Seriously, why do I really have to get into this place when my dream does not require college? My teachers, parents, older relatives and friends tell me to go to college to get a better life. But to be honest, I’m already having the best day of my life.
For starters, I’m young. I have enough mitochondria and ATP to replenish my body and be active. Also, I like being active so being a slacker is not really a good thing to me. I also have a job that can buy me anything I want if I try to save up. After all, I’m very frugal when it comes to money.
I come from a very wealthy family. My mom and dad already have prepared my inheritance in any case something wrong might happen to them. In fact, my father already told me how to run the company and I could really make a good owner of the business.
I’m in a band too. To be honest, I can be a one man band since I’ve learn almost common instruments known in the music industry. Literature is my passion and writing is my hobby especially when we’re talking about songs.
I’ve heard about this guy in England that proposes that education destroys the creativity of young people and I agree with him. In my high school life, my parents never take interest in my creativity, same as my school. They don’t want music on hallways and for me that’s just bull.
I have a lot of things backed-up for the future and college don’t count on it since it doesn’t really need it. After all, when I go to college, it would be just like high school all over again. Like seriously, I don’t understand why you pay these teachers. The student will sit in the classroom and the teacher will just summarize one chapter since he/she thinks that the students already studies one chapter. Honestly, the students really don’t give a shit about this. Party all night is the main thing and in the end, they regret things and lose their money and say bye to happy future.
But here’s my reality
I’m a 39 year old who sticks with his college words. I have Bronchitis inherited from my father who died when I was young. My mother took over the business and married again. My step-father told me that I should go to college whether I like it or not. I was young that time so I just ran away will all the inheritance I can get expect the business since my step-father is now running it and it’s doing well actually.
I stayed in my band mate’s place for almost 5 years thinking that if we stayed in one place, we could be productive in writing songs and we feel that we’re almost in the edge of being famous. However my band mates have some priorities and they have to go to college which I never did. They said that being in a band is really cool but there are some things to focus first and the band will be their minority. When they started going to college, I was the only one left in the band since all of them were really busy with thesis and homework and midterms. I try to tell them “That’s what you get from going to college” and they said “Well, it worth it”. With all of them being nerdy and geeky, I moved out in a new apartment.
But those times in the apartment didn’t make any change, it made things even worst. I took an apartment but I didn’t have enough money to pay it. For the 5 years I stayed in my band mate’s place, I almost spent half of my inheritance with things that I don’t even remember because I was drunk. Then when I rented the apartment, I didn’t realize that I’ve almost ran out of money by just paying the bills and the rent. I decided to go back to my band mate’s place again but he already rented out the place for his fellow college students.
I tearfully went back home and pulled myself together for five minutes. I have my stuff with me and everything. I looked to the window and saw that there’s nobody in the house now. It was empty and abandoned. Then I remembered that I had a fight with my mom on the phone one drunken night. She asked me if I would come back home and try to college so I can do them a favour and also get my life straight by having a profession I can be secured. I was so drunk that time that I just shouted at my mom to the fact that I don’t want to go to college. I heard her voice and I can feel that she’s crying but I didn’t give a damn that moment. In other words, I ended up walking away from my old home feeling bad.
So I’m 39 year old who stick with his college words. Here in the streets hoping that I could change time and just listened to the words of my elders. Until now, I never really understand the meaning of college.