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'They say, 'Oh you graduated?' No, I decided I was finished'-Kayne West

Im all for higher education....
I believe we should all recieve some form of it, be it street,self,Harvard,etc...
But I also dont believe its for everyone(including myself).

Why do you need to study to be a writer?or a painter?
Why do you need to pay someone to teach you how to be creative?
Isnt it something you naturally have?
Why the french am I paying you to tell me my writing is(or isnt) any good?

I believe college is great for certain,doctor,accountant,teacher...
Trust I make sure my Dr.has MD after her name and is license in the state of Ohio.

But for those of us who live for the arts...
It may not be our bag,
I know it isnt mine.
In the past few months Ive been talking to someone who has been giving me a bit of a push to get out of the fantasies that I have to go to college.
He has inspired me to be who I am,and do what I want to do.
As much as our alternative lifestyles and plans hurt our parents,
We have to do whats right for ourselves...
I would often tell him the things I inspired to do,and his replied were simply
"Do it","Get er done",or "So why havent you done it?"
Which had me thinking.....Why havent I done it?
He is fairly bright,can do whatever he set his mind to.
Was stressing himself attending college,barber school and holding a fulltime job in corp America.....

One day he woke up....
And decieded he was finished with college...
Did he graduate?
Cross the stage in a gown and silly hat?
Not in the least bit,
Its not that he didnt have a plan,
He finished barber school,and is now doing something he loves.....He still works for corp America(he isnt stupid,he knows where his health insurance is!,lmao!)

So I dont completely feel bad for not even wanting to finish,
Yea I will still write,give my thoughts on business,maybe occassionally take a interesting college class.....Because thats who I am,
But i know who I am,
What im capable of( and what Im not most importantly....)
Yea it gets me upset some days when people come into my job and ask what Ive been up to,or what school I went to....
But I finally have a plan....

Which is my next probblem...
The funding.....

To be continued....


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