Why I Quit College… Again.

I’ve been in and out of college since I was 16 years old. I’ve switched my degree plan almost as many times as I’ve enrolled, and every time I end up feeling like it just isn’t right for me. I think I’m at the point where I’ve decided maybe college is what’s not right for me.

Before I get into this, I should mention that I have a diploma from a 4-year ministry school in my church’s organization. However, the school is not accredited and has only one line of study which is in Biblical theology/Ministerial studies, so I don’t consider it to be in the same category as secular college. To me, college is where you study career skills and secular knowledge.

Okay, now that I’ve said all that, I’m a wholehearted supporter of people getting degrees. I think it’s wonderful to apply yourself in study and to further your education in specific fields. People with degrees are my heroes.

But I also don’t think college is for everyone, and I know it’s not necessary to find success (my dad is an IT guru and people all over the world use his books in schools and the workplace- he’s also a high school drop-out). When someone tells me they skipped the college step and jumped straight into a career/ministry, or that they took a gap year that became a gap decade to travel and figure stuff out, I wholeheartedly support that decision, too. People without degrees are also my heroes.

And I think it’s finally sinking in that maybe college is not for me. It only took 4 attempts and thousands of wasted dollars to get me to this point, but I’m finally starting to settle on the notion of life without a college degree.

Now, obviously, as Christians, we should be seeking God’s direction in every step of our lives. So, I know what you’re thinking:

“Have you prayed about it?”

I have. A bazillion times. Before each enrollment, each degree change, and each new school, I sought after God for days and weeks and months. But, aside from the time He very clearly instructed me to drop out during my first attempt (I wanted to be a paralegal back in the day), He has been consistently silent on the topic. Now I’m beginning to wonder if His silence was because I was never supposed to go back and He is tired of repeating Himself to me.

Here’s the thing. Every time I quit school, life suddenly gets really splendid. Like the “I know I’m on the right path now and can totally breathe” splendid.

So why do I keep going back?

Because I love learning. I love to study out new topics and research new theories. I always have and I suspect that I always will.


When I’m in college, I feel so restrained. It uses up the limited energy I have, and though I get to learn, I also get bored, like, so fast.

I thought maybe this whole issue would be solved in my most recent attempt to go back to school. I started taking online courses through a college that offers a unique program for adults who are working full time. You’re able to take one course at a time, each one lasting 5 weeks. It’s very accelerated and time consuming, but also flexible since you only have one deadline each week and no classes to clutter your schedule.

I thought this 5-week approach would be GREAT for me. Turns out, I still get bored.

Anyway, my most recent decision to drop out came because of fibro and emotional exhaustion. I couldn’t cope. So I quit. And I’ve been breathing soooooo well since.

This time feels final. I’m beginning to think I may never try again, that maybe this was the point the whole time. I don’t know. I’ll keep praying about it. In any case, I’m a college drop-out 4 times over, and I’m okay with it.

Why I Quit College… Again.

4 Adultier Things I’ve Tried Since Moving Out

There is a lot of freedom that comes with living on your own– and with it, a lot of responsibility. I’ve found that both have made me feel eager to try new things and learn how to be an adultier adult. The results had.. well.. varying degrees of success…

Mainly failure.

In any case, please enjoy this list of 4 intended-to-be-adultier things I’ve tried since moving out!

#1 – Dishwasher Mayday Turned Mopping Extraordinaire

The day before I moved into my apartment, I spent a good chunk of time cleaning it up. The hardwood floors were covered in dirt and needed a good mop, the windows were nasty and the stove/fridge/dishwasher needed a good wash,too.

It was because of this that I found myself ankle-deep in suds on that fateful Friday evening.

Here’s what I learned:

  • You cannot, in fact, use regular dish soap in a dishwasher, even if it is much more cost-effective.
  • Er, unless you are trying to coat your floor in suds.
  • In which case, you should because it makes mopping a lot easier.
  • As it should since your floor will be covered in suds.
  • You could even tie towels around your shoes and slide about for an extra pizzazz-y polished look.
  • #LifeHACKed
  • Please do not blame me if you ruin your apartment floors by trying this. Calling this epic fail a win would certainly be my sardonic personality shining through.

#2 – Surviving Thriving at the Laundromat

Not very far into my new life, my washing machine broke down. While the landlord came to the rescue with a new machine two weeks later, my minimalist perspective of life had me in a bind. I was out of clothes, towels and wash cloths.

Now I was not about to be that adult who moves out, only to come home a little while later for the sole purpose of having your mom do your laundry.

So, with the situation dire, I braved the laundromat.

Here’s what I learned:

  • Laundromat owners must be stinking RICH. $3 per wash?? $3.50 per dry?????
  • All kinds of people hang out at the laundromat… I’m pretty sure not all of them are doing laundry.
  • Some people bring their laundry and leave, then come back a couple of hours later to pack it up. I still can’t decide if that’s courageously smart or really, really stupid.
  • You should always bring food with you because you will be bored and it is easily the best boredom cure. Also, everyone will stare longingly at your meal while you just smile in that “I know you wish you were me” kind of way.
  • You’ll have to ignore a creepy, pot-bellied, clothed in riding up ratty t-shirt, old guy who spends the entirety of your stay staring at you.
  • You may feel an insane desire to leave as soon as the wash cycle finishes. If this happens, just dump your sopping wet clothes on the backseat of your car and speeeeeeeeeed outta there.

#3 – Growing a Dying Garden

More recently, I was inspired by the warming season to start an indoor garden. I eat a lot of veggies so this seemed the obvious thing to do!

But, uh, be careful what you choose to grow.

Here’s what I learned:

  • Indoor plants attract bugs just like outdoor plants and indoor veggies left sitting on the counter a couple of days too long.
  • Tomato plants take FOREVER to grow so, like, plant them in 2016.
  • Don’t buy a dying tomato plant.
  • If the plant has a teensy bit of purple-blue hue on its leaves and it doesn’t normally have purple-blue leaves, don’t buy it. The thing is diseased.
  • It is actually possible to feel emotional over a dying tomato plant.
  • Green onion is so extremely incredibly easy to grow!
  • I don’t actually eat that much green onion…………….

#4 – Old Lady-ing in a Dance Cardio Class

I’ve always loved to dance- be it in worship or like a lunatic to that. sick. beat.

The point is- it’s fun and exhilarating and I could do it for hours. So, obviously I figured this would make the perfect exercise routine!

I’ve always been curious about dance cardio classes and this last week my curiosity was permanently satisfied. My sister and I signed up for a class that was within walking distance for the both of us.

Here’s what I learned:

  • I am an older lady than the old lady who was in the class.
  • That old lady had better rhythm than me (of course she already knew the moves…).
  • Apparently I don’t know that many dance moves.
  • Dance is fun, except for when it’s exercise and you don’t know the choreography.
  • My sister, who just birthed a child, can keep up with a group of fit people better than I can.
  • I should probably try a belly-dancing class next, as the slow version of it was the only part I could keep up with.
  • Even though the instructor tells you that nobody is going to laugh at you, people will laugh at you. Instructor included.
  • Custard never tasted so good as it did post-class.
  • Turns out I crave Mexican food when I dance.

What are some new things you tried when moving out on your own to be adultier?

4 Adultier Things I’ve Tried Since Moving Out

We Encountered the Ark, Beauty and the Beast, and My Boyfriend with His Squad

Hey guuuuys. Long time, no see.. again. This time, I am with excuse(s)!

Shortly after my last blog post, I got to experience the joy that is wisdom teeth extraction. I barely escaped with my life (this is only 50% a joke). Ensuing was a night in the ER and a lengthy recovery process (still ongoing). I’m feeling rather lazy on the topic, so if you’re interested in that comical-though-terrifying escapade, I’ve included a screenshot of my Facebook status that narrates the adventure.

I’ve been soooo busy, and the weekend before last was the something-better-tasting-than-a-cherry on top! My family and I went to Kentucky to have an Ark Encounter.

Let me just say- what a wow factor that thing has. When you’re driving up to it, it’s not terribly impressive. When you’re walking under it, holy-cannoli. And to think that a boat this big was built way way way back in the day? Wow.

The weather that day was perfectly-arkish, as you can see. I’m not sure if that thing can actually float, but it sure felt safe.

While we there, we got to see some goats fighting (mom thinks they were playing, but I dunno man) and Sarah and I crossed camel-riding off the bucket list. I learned that camels can live to be 50-60 and that the little (massive) guy we were riding was a mere baby 7-year-old.

Also, all that swaying you see the actors doing when riding in the Mummy movies? That ain’t no joke man. You can get seasick on the back of one of those bad boys!

When we arrived back home in Ohio, the gals and I went to see Beauty and the Beast, where we ran into my boyfriend and his squad.

ignore the exhausted-looks-like-i’m-dying vibe.. it was a long weekend and fibro was still being a jerk about the whole wisdom tooth thing

Let me just say, that movie was AMAZING. And if you’re hesitant to go see because of the “gay” stuff everyone has been saying about it, well I better see you boycotting Amazon, too, because there’s plenty of “gay” stuff there, and that’s all I’ll say about that (fibro brings the feisty out of me, sorry y’all).

Oh, actually, I will say that if you’re worried about bringing your kids, they’re getting more gay exposure from the TV shows you’re watching than the three 2-second (is it even gay?) scenes in the movie, but do be warned about the violence for the really little kiddos. There’s a pretty nasty.. crunch… towards the end.

(Please disregard the sarcasm with which I’m treating the Beauty and the Beast boy-cotters. I just think they’re being silly.)

crap quality cause theaters have terrible lighting.. sorry…

Now that I’m feeling a little better (emphasis on little), I’m really hoping to get blogging more often again. I’ve got a quite a few posts up my sleeves and I’m sure itching to share. 🙂

We Encountered the Ark, Beauty and the Beast, and My Boyfriend with His Squad