The College Experience

I get frustrated when I think about graduation. All of this stuff I have learned… all the math classes, all the science, all the BS that took up two years of my life before I figured out my major… none of it matters. And will what I do end up even reflecting my major?

I am starting to wonder if going to college is really even beneficial to most people. Yes, I understand that business majors or science majors, people who want to go to law school or teach math, those people really benefit from attending a university. But have I really learned anything? What have I gotten out of college? When I started out freshman year, I had no clue what I wanted out of my life. I had no interest in a relationship with God. I had no interest in school. I was just at APU to get away from my family. I just needed to be on my own to figure some things out.

I crashed and burned several times. I tripped and pretty much splattered all over the floor more times than I can count. I drank and didn’t do my homework. I never went to class. Looking back, I realize how actually crazy I was, how out of control I was.

Maybe that is it. Maybe college isn’t about the classes. Maybe it is about falling on our face without anyone to pick us up. Maybe it is about learning to deal with your own problems, forcing yourself to get up on time, knowing you can’t get wasted all the time if you want to accomplish something. Maybe college isn’t about really learning anything. It’s just about the experience. Maybe I shouldn’t be worried about graduating. Even though I might not have learned much from my classes, I have learned a lot from the experience, and that is worth more to me than any A ever could.