I was an amateur artist and super crafty in college. Brought a sewing machine to Columbia. Did more sewing and playing soccer and riding my Razor down Broadway to hunt for treasures from sidewalk vendors than reading anything on my syllabus or drinking like my friends. (Thread)

The perfect Fall night consisted of me riding my scooter to Tom’s and getting a chocolate shake and talking to the local homeless folks. Once I convinced a guy in my small group to stay up all night with me and sew this woman a quilted blanket for this homeless woman.

Most of my time spent in college was doing the things I loved—creating, talking to people, learning their stories, playing soccer and eating good food. Literally nothing about my constitution has changed since college.

I have found my way into jobs and careers that fascinate me and that are fun. That’s it. So, when I look back and I look forward at all of the pressure put on kids to go to an Ivy League school, I think it’s utter horse shit.

I could have done those same things at any university and in fact I may have even found better places to nurture the three aspects of my personality that really shines—creating physical goods, enjoying great experiences (primarily in food), and finding out what people need.

I graduated with a decent GPA, but I really didn’t take that much away from the academic experience. And frankly, I didn’t find that it was all that much better than courses I have audited at the local junior colleges. No harder, in fact.

So when I look at the avg cost of a four year degree today (20 years later) and I think about the value of that education, I get really sour about it. I feel like it’s hey robbery to allow these kids to get into debt at 18 for that undergrad education.