::shudders:: Cripes, I still get nightmares that I didn't finish high school. Like there's one last class that I failed. And I have to go back and repeat it. Arrgh.
::shivers:: Sometimes I wake up with a start, thinking I'm late for a test for my first class of the day, and I haven't studied one iota.
I've been out of college for 12 years, high school for 17 years... and I still have these dreams. No-way, no how is a degree worth it. I learn much better following a random path.
Besides trading books ...oh where will I get the time... next on my reading list are Richard Wright's Native Son, Rousseau's Discourse on the Origin of Inequity, and Octavio Paz's Labyrinth of Solitude.
Now, if I could get a degree in Humanities from my local university, based on my self-defined reading list and my essays on the human condition I'd take it. But who's going to do that? No matter, I seek for its own reward.
André