> When you think about it, how many people can say with certainty that the plans they had as a teenager were what they ended up doing? Sure, not many. But at

> When you think about it, how many people can say with certainty that the plans they had as a teenager were what they ended up doing? Sure, not many. But at some point they have to realize a degree in French Romantic Literature is going to lead to zero job prospects and maybe doubling down with a masters is a really bad decision. Like me, all I knew when I got out of the army at 20 was I didn’t want to live in a hole in the ground getting woken by arty and chemical alarms with the occasional trips to go out hunting fellow humans. Not that I was super successful at that goal as I went back to Iraq two more times during Gulf War II because I got bored and joined the army reserve pre-9/11 but I spent my college years working on not having to do that ever again. I’m sure if that one fateful day when I calculated out the classes I’d have to take to switch my major to fisheries and realize it would be three years instead of three semesters (which turned into four because I failed a class on purpose to stay an extra semester since financial aid was already set up) and the GI Bill would be up by then. So I stayed the course and received a degree no job in the world cared about instead of training for a job I probably would have been good at — or at least not gotten fired like I have a couple times in my current career because I kind of hate the work. There’s probably a point in there between the rambling along the lines of “follow your dreams all the way to a shit job so you can be the poster boy for whatever TFA is selling”.