Is going to college really worth it?

This is one of the biggest questions people have now-a-days. Is the sacrifice of 2 or 4 years and thousands and thousands of dollars really worth it in the long run? Will getting a $100k education make getting a job easier and help me get the job I want? Well I'm here to shed light on the truth. I will try to compare my education with the job I have plus also give insight to the things that I use in my job which I acquired in college.
First of, one way school did help me was my first "job". When I was playing pro ball, I was able to put to use the things I was taught in "college" or more so the baseball field. Many of the things I learned while playing ball at Southern helped me tremendously when with Atlanta and Florida. So that is a plus I guess for a college education if you consider a sport a type of classroom which I do.
Today I am a steel estimator. What I do at my job everyday has nothing to do with anything I was taught at BSC. I deal with math all day, writing proposals, and deal with a number of other aspects as well. In saying that, I took one semester of writing at BSC of which I got a C so technically I'm not technically qualified to write proposals. I took one semester of basic math to which the athletic director's daughter did most of my work to help me pass, so I'm not a wiz a math. I dropped out of business and accounting for these two facts and went after the easiest degree there was at Southern besides theatre for dorks and dance for the gays, I majored in art. There was not math needed or writing skills involved. Simply draw or sculpt something, anything, that was visible and you were a genious. Business class people had to dress nice for presentations and dance people had to wear leo-tards around campus, and so on and so on. Art people didn't give a rip about what they wore to class. Dudes would come in wearing a wife-beater they wore for the past 2 days, ripped up shorts that were actually boxers and two different shoes. Girls would come in no bra and their ta-tas all hanging out, their hair all nasty with dead ends, and nasty legs that hadn't been shaved in weeks. Though we didn't hang out on the weekends, they were my people just for the fact that no matter how little effort I put into a project, they would say it was "magnificent", "just orgasmic", "very fluid and has great composition". So really the bar was set so low in all the art classes that a blind guy with no arms or legs could roll around in some paint then onto a big sheet of paper and be called the next DaVinci.
So back to my point. College did nothing and taught me nothing as far as job goes. I use absolutely nothing I was taught in college. NOTHING.
What I did learn in college that helps me in everyday life is being able to have fun and look at the funny things in life. The weird people who walk around, who go out of their way to look different and are here, I believe, to make me laugh. I learned how to pull some great pranks like washing powder in the fountain, tarp sliding at 2 in the morning, drawing naked people in art class, water balloon fights in the dorm, launching water balloons across campus at people, and unscrewing the top to the bar-b-q sauce for someone to dump it all over their food realizing the media guy is the one that grabbed it and dumped it all over the place causing me to have to run for it. Yes all these things I learned have nothing to do with a job but everything to do with having fun and having a laugh. College has more to do with creating friendships, teammates, and learning about life than it does teaching you about a your job unless you are a doctor or lawyer to which it probably does in come in a little useful. Other than those two occupations most every job in the world can be taught to someone in a matter of months by on-the-job training. So if you are thinking about Yale, Harvard, or Miles college just save your money. Take an online course or get your GED, its all the same.

Gym Screamers

As many of you know, or may not know, I've been going to the gym now for a long time. After taking a breif two year stint from the gym after ball, I am now back in there 4 days a week. Plus the fact that I was getting fat and still am fat was a good reason to get back in there and shape up. One thing about ball that I miss was always having the gym to myself or one or two other guys. I could do in there in nothing but sliding shorts or my jock strap and shoes and lift as much as I wanted without having to deal with other weirdos. Heck sometimes you might catch a guy in there lifting naked just because he was too lazy to put on some clothes. I could play whatever music I wanted and be able to totally focus on the whatever I was doing at the time. But know that I am back in the public gym arena, I am also back to dealing with the weirdos who like to visit the gym unfortunately at the very same time I like to go lift. I'm not gonna lie, I can throw some serious weight around as far as legs go and am on working by upper body hard to be able to do the same. But no matter how much weight I'm lifting, how many reps I'm doing, or how tired I am, I NEVER feel the urge to yell or scream during a lift. Yet for some reason dudes who work out where I do seem to love to yell. NO matter how loud I turn my music up, I still hear these guys screaming. Just like today, a dude is doing some type of lift I've never seen and still not sure what he was working out, but regardless every time he picked the weight up he yelled. If you are not lifting a house, then there is no reason to yell especially if the wieght you are lifting is what a kid who hasn't yet reached puberty can lift. Then there is the black cop who likes to yell at himself like he is coaching himself. Honestly this guy pisses me off and the sad thing is he isn't even that big. After every set he walks up to the mirror and flexes like he is on a Muscle-Man stage. There are about 3 dudes in there that lift weights so loud it sounds like most of them should be in a bedroom not the gym. When I was at Planet Fitness several months ago, they had a "Lunk Alarm" for dudes who yelled or dropped their weights. If the gym I'm at now had one of those, they sucker would be broke from going off so much.