I'm Here For All the Wrong Reasons.
Why did I go to college? Because it was expected of me. To get out of my hometown and start somewhere new. To go for four years and get a degree that would get me a decent job. Did I know what I wanted to do? No.
Where did my passion for learning go? I suspect it's lost somewhere in the mire of having to write dry academic research papers and taking excruciatingly boring general education requirements that I probably won't be finished with until midway through my junior year.
I'm trying to justify putting myself through that much hell and going into so much debt.
I'm also failing utterly at it.