Nobody told me that his was going to be the hard part.
It was all hope & expectation, it was all get an education to equip you for the real world.
It wasn't how to write a resume, or keep your cool, or which areas of New York you can walk home through at night without getting mugged.
Some of it was how to keep a budget, a little bit of it was how not to get pregnant & why drugs aren't the best idea. None of that was taught to me by my esteemed institute of higher learning: I saw all of that in my fellow students.
None of it was marketing your knowledge to people who want it. None of it was dealing with the crushing, pants-wetting terror which comes over you in the middle of the night when you can't sleep and you are starting to realize you can't afford to live the life you were promised.
None of it was deciphering what the hell the Democrats are so pissy about, or why the Republicans don't want me to have health insurance.
The best lessons were free. The best lessons were perseverance, were the real value of friends, were finishing projects early. Maybe they all weren't free, but they didn't cost me any money.