If I were 18 again, I think I'd study to become a heavy equipment operator or diesel mechanic.  Work when I want making decent money - hooray for affirmative action and non-traditional occupation quotas.  I would leave at the end of the day able to see what I'd accomplished  Granted, I wouldn't get to talk a lot about Shakespeare, except to myself, and I wouldn't get to laugh at teenagers.  But I'd accomplish something and I'd have choices about where and when to work.  I'd be outside and I'd be physically challenged.  If I were 18 again.

But I'm not. Not even close.  And this path has been good so far.

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