college dropout

Being a law school drop out automatically raises the eyebrow whenever the topic of success is being mentioned in a conversation. I’ve always excelled academically but never been enthusiastic about school. I had a nonchalant I-don’t-give-a-fuck mentality.

I vowed that if I’d get to speak for my class on graduation day, my speech would be fuck school, I haven’t learned shit.

Quite rebellious, I know. Fortunately for my school, I was not picked to hold a speech. Nevertheless I was excited to get it over with. I’m not saying it’s cool to drop out of school, far from it. If anything, it turns you into an outcast. At least that’s what it did in my case. But it’s not for everyone either.

School is kinda like limbo – you don’t really know what you’re doing there. It’s just a waiting process. Like a standby flight ticket. You’re all there waiting for something, but you don’t know where you’ll end up. I knew what I wanted to do so I I decided to take a shortcut. I’m on the pursuit of moola. If I get there, then yippi-fucking-yay. If not? Fuck it, at least I had fun trying.

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”