I Quit University
Now I don’t much write about myself, I find it a bit pig headed personally. However I shall do so today because it’s the best example for my topic. This year I was accepted for university, I worked through my A levels to achieve the grades I needed and on Friday the 23rd I moved in to my new halls. My halls were quite nice, the course seemed very good, so did all the staff and my flatmates were 5 of the nicest people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. However I quit. That’s right, according to society I am now another figure on the unemployment list, a dropout, soon to be dole scum and I have no prospects whatsoever in this current economic climate.
So why did I do it? Well I came to the realisation that I don’t want to spend the next four years of my life in education. I know it’s the most prudent course of action, I know I’ll end up on a lower grade of pay than your average graduate and I know I’ll miss out on a raft of opportunities. The thing is, I don’t care. I’ve just taken the most important decision of my life so far; the decision to make my own way in the world, with no-one there to hold my hand, and you can’t even begin to understand how exciting that prospect is to me. There will be difficulty, stress and times where it seems like life isn’t really worth living any more. I accept that and I’m under no illusions that things will be different.
I’m going to (struggle) to find a job, I’m going to work, I’m going to save enough money to rent and keep my own place. I’m going to live and I’m going to enjoy my life and most of all I’m going to do all of this without having a degree. Anyone or anything that says or believes I can’t do this can kneel down and suck on my tremendous, fat, throbbing cock.