I had a great time in college. Loved the learnin', and the partyin', and the whatnot.
But at this point, all I really have to show for it is a smarmy school ring, a rapidly diminishing store of literary tidbits, and a liver much older than my 24 years.
If only I had become an electrician.
Or a plumber, or a stove repairwoman - point is, all of these people, when I call them in to fix something around MY house, charge something like $150/hr, and that "hour" usually takes about 15 minutes. I stand there in awe as they are willing to pull out a socket, or dismantle portions of my shower, or be able to understand the meaning of the fiddly-knobs on the boiler, and I pay them royally large amounts of money for this expertise.
There's honor in the trades - there's a whole "back-to-trades" movement going on now, even.
And my degree, fancy name though it may have, is mostly good as kindling.
...at which point I have to call in the chimney guy, because I'm pretty sure we need to clean that sucker out before I go burning anything.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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Oh you mean my class on the implications of sexual imagery in 16th century poetry and manners books isn't useful in the real world? Yeah, I'd say I too made some bad calls academically.
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