Rob87's post got me to thinking about my days in college and tech school.
Looking back, it was a mistake for me to have gone straight from high school to college, because I really didn't know what I wanted to do. My folks were paying for the college, and I wasted their money.
I got an apartment with two buddies of mine. IIRC, we paid under $100 a month for a three-bedroom apartment with a kitchen, bathroom, dining room and living room. Not bad, although it was a real rat hole, with broken windows, etc.
I earned my rent and food (and partying) money by writing vocational education textbooks. The assignments weren't regular, though, so the income was spotty. I remember one time when the only thing in the kitchen to eat for dinner was a can of sardines. Meat was a rarity; macaroni and cheese was a staple.
Eventually I realized that I really wasn't cut out for college, and that I still didn't know what career I wanted to pursue. So I just dropped out.
I continued writing textbooks until I got a regular job as a newspaper vending machine repairman at the Milwaukee Sentinel. If I had been eighteen when I had the job, it would have been okay. But it was embarassing for me at age 24 to be dressed in raggedy, dirty clothes working on a paper box in downtown Milwaukee, with lovely young women passing by with turned-up noses.
Maybe that gave me the motivation to find a direction. Dunno.
At any rate, I tried a night class in photography, and talked to professional photographers about the industry. When I realized I could make a living being a photographer, I decided to go to the local technical college.
My folks wouldn't pay for the school, so I paid for it. I worked 32 hours a week, usually a split 3rd/1st shift, and attended classes during the day. The newspaper box repair job paid $5.86 an hour, which was $2.61 more than minimum wage. That, combined with my now-wife's $4 an hour job, enabled us to rent a better apartment. Still, money was tight. Bounced checks were common.
The kitchen was my darkroom, and I often worked in there until midnight or later.
On the nights when I wasn't doing darkroom work, my wife wanted to go out. So, we'd hit the bars, sometimes until closing. And then I'd have to get up at 3 or 4 am to go to work. Made for some really interesting days.
But, in the end, it was worth it. If my folks hadn't turned off the money faucet, I probably wouldn't have been as motivated. But I came out of that school with what one instructor said was the best student portfolio he'd ever seen. And I had a very prosperous career for decades after.
So, how about you? What were your college/post-HS educational experiences like?