Whenever somebody asked me where I went to college, and I respond by telling them “Binghamton,” they always respond by saying “Ooh, good school!” and look at me with an impressed look on their face.
I never really know how to respond to this. Part of me wants to be like, “Yeah, damn fucking right it’s a good school. Now back away from me you lowly unintelligent being.”
I don’t though. Instead, I usually just smile embarrassingly and say “…Yeah.”
But then I come to think about it, and my main thought is: Did college even matter? What the hell did I learn?
I mean educationally of course. As far as experiencing new things, making new friends, having awesome times and forming memories that will last a lifetime… then, yes. College accomplished all that in spades.
However, as far as preparing me for the real world, learning my vocation and developing a work ethic… what did college do? I really can’t remember a single thing I learned.
If anything, I think whatever work ethic I had may have even worsened in college.
When I was in high school, I was never in a class with more than 25 people. Therefore, if you were slacking off and not paying attention, the teacher would notice easily and get you back on track.
Conversely, in college, I was suddenly in classes with 250 kids. I could have fallen asleep and no one would have noticed. I also skipped class frequently when I knew I could get away with it.
I was an English major in college. Not because I thought it was the easiest subject, but because it’s what I was easily the most interested in. Writing is one of the few things that I am really good at. When I’m doing it, I can see several steps ahead. If that was the case for me with science, then I would have become a doctor. Or if that was the case with oceanography, then I would have become a pirate.
As far as learning to work on a deadline, college didn’t help with that either because I was always given about two or three months to complete projects. And I would still wait for the last minute. However, waiting to the last minute for me means completing it the day before. I never understood people who procrastinate so badly that they needed to pull all-nighters to get something done on time. Never in my four-year college career did I ever pull an all-nighter.
And GPAs don’t mean shit either. I don’t even put my GPA on my resume anymore.
I barely even remember any of the professors I had in college. Maybe I could name two or three of them.
I suppose the point I’m trying to make is that to get the most out of college, you really need to put forth the effort. I certainly tried do well when I was in college, but I really didn’t go that extra mile. Because I really don’t think I needed to. And in result, I’ll be paying student loans until I’m 35 years old!
Hmm. I can probably find some ways that college benefited me. Right?
I get to put on my resume that I graduated from Binghamton. However, the older you get… the less that matters.
I also had to read a lot in college. Not a surprise as an English major. When you write for a living, reading as much as you can is really the best way to learn. So that helped a lot.
…That’s about it. I thought college was supposed to be this extremely enlightening and educational experience?
So, in conclusion… no. College did nothing to propel my career. You hear that kids? If you ever learn anything from me, know that college is borderline useless. Undergrad is at least. Especially if you wish to become a writer.
However, if it wasn’t for college I never would have met my best friend. The person who I rely on the most, and could always trust. No matter what, I know that they will always be there for me.
I love you, man.