Regrets?

Since I'm so friendly and probably because everyone at my job is being nice to me only because they feel obligated to, I've been spending a lot of time chatting it up with my co-workers and superiors. You see initially, they expect me to be an airhead, because you know, people are judgmental like that. But by the time the fact that I will finish college in the short span of only two years comes out, people become really friendly and start asking me for advice about their children's' edu-ma-cation. Since I'm practically an expert since I've attended a university for, oh well, one year I readily oblige to influence the future of their little ones. One of the senior VP's at our glamorous downtown commercial realestate firm admitted that his thirteen year old son was already infinitely smarter than he and as a parent he wasn't exactly sure in what direction he should send his kiddie.

I went through the laundry list of college credit I obtained throughout my four years of high school making sure to tell him how I did it, how much it cost, and the various options I explored. Apparently he had his son take some classes online through a community college only to realize that the majority of credits are non-transferable to any accredited four year program. Being the optimist that I pretend to embody, I offered that at least he got the experience of college and perhaps even learned something, however minute and insignificant. That somehow brought us to the topic of how I felt about my four years of high school and how I spent them laboring over books, compositions, and algorithms. Since I barely have the capacity to regret and the tendency to feel better about things after they're all over and done with, I told him that I'd do it all over again because it has definitely paid off. That's not a lie, I graduated high school with 60 nearly free college credits, bringing me closer to the "real world" with more time and less debt. I won't lie, I didn't spend much of high school laboring over said homework. In fact, I had it pretty easy.

School is what I'm good at. I've mastered time management and reigned in my own efficient system of utilizing every stray moment. I think I'm quite lucky that I managed to figure out all those excellent tools before college, because though my last year of college was spent in upper division courses it was really quite easy. Throughout high school I maintained a job, an impressive list of extra-curriculars, and did my fair share of partying. When I try to remember it all, well I can't. Most of it was a blur. It went by fast and from what I do remember it was a lot of fun. Maybe it would have been different if I had slowed down and stopped thinking so far ahead. But really, right now I feel confident that my decisions allowed me to enjoy high school while actually accomplishing something. And for some reason, admitting that makes me feel a whole lot better. Sure I'll be doing the 8-5 thing way before my friends stop stumbling home from the bars on week nights, but I think I've already come to terms with that because while they're struggling to pay tuition I'll be spending weekends at my lake home and cruising the streets in my Mercedes SLK32 AMG.