Going to College

After attending college for two years and a semester I've come to this working conclusion:  something about me and college doesn't seem to mix. 
     Recently I thought the fault lay in the major I picked.  As a bushy-tailed freshmen I had decided upon the holy grail of science!  Go biology!  Except I got burnt out.  I didn't want to put the effort into making a goal of becoming a biochemical engineer because honestly, things got less interesting and I wasn't able to motivate myself like before.  There were other factors but all in all I had a terrible realization in 2011.  If you remember correctly that was the year the Mayan calendar "predicted" the end of the world in December.  Even though we all knew it wasn't going to end, part of me wondered that if my life had ended would I have been proud of what I had done?  Would I have been happy?  And the overwhelming answer was no,  no I would not be.  Even though I might be proud of some things and I had learned a lot of awesome things I was pretty useless as an adult.  No matter what they may say, college did nothing to educate me about life.  Those lessons weren't taught.  I found myself panicking over things like learning how to drive (yeah, still have to do that), figuring out what the hell a bar tab is or things like rent and how to get an apartment.  What stood out most though was this:  I've been going to school most of my conscious life - I haven't done anything else. 
     I want to do things!  I want to be crazy and live it up and educate myself along the way.  I thought that changing my major to a long time passion of mine, drawing, would help but heck, why do I need to pay out the ass for it?  I can teach myself, and work a minimal job to keep up with the rent.  There's so much more, so much more I want to do.