So there I was in detention. Stupid me. Lazy me. Disappointing me. The teacher assigned to guard duty tried to rope me into a conversation about “my future.” She asked me about my goals and what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I had no talents or abilities — I’d learned at least that much through ten years of school — but I thought about the one subject that actually came naturally to me: writing. I couldn’t pass a test about the rules of grammar or the parts of speech, but I could write. I didn’t know HOW to write, but I could do it. Other kids, even the smart kids, struggled to express themselves in written form. I didn’t. It was the only thing I could do. The ONLY thing.
I may have mentioned this before. Or maybe not. But Matt’s admission here twanged a big old bell. I never could, and could not today if my life depended on it, puzzle out anything whatsoever about formal grammar. I couldn’t tell you the difference between a past shredded parsniple and a gerundive gezundheit preposition. But I’ve written 28 books people have seen fit to pay me good money for.
My sister, on the other hand, could diagram the entire chapter of Genesis from the Bible without breaking a sweat. As far as I know, though, nobody has ever found her writing good enough to pay her for even the tiniest shard of it.
No, I don’t have a college degree, either. Nor did I ever have any college debt that I know of, although I wandered through several years of undergrad work before finally deciding it was all spinach, and to hell with it.
Here’s something you may not know: If you submit a book to an editor or publisher, and they read it and like it, they won’t ask to see your college degree before proceeding further. It’s one of the few fields where this is still the case.
Of course, you have to have some actual talent and skill which, I suppose, makes the whole process unfair, and probably racist. I’m sure some gore-soaked bleeding heart will try to change that shortly.
UPDATE: Matt is taking a lot of shit in his comments for saying this. I’m not surprised. Chumps don’t like being told they are chumps. But somebody does need to tell them that they, and their entire generation, are beinig chumped in every conceivable way – their worthless degrees, their future earnings sacrificed to maintaining the world of insatiably vampiric elders, the endless mantra of suicidally deadly leftist/progressive ideology being funneled into their empty, brainless skulls.
Maybe if somebody told them the truth now, some few might alter course and save themselves wasted years and a future of silent desperation as they finally learn the extent of the betrayal previous generations have, and are still, working on them.