When I think about it, there are a lot of things in my life that I have done and, either immediately or eventually, I have regretted. I got married way too young (it has actually worked out but damn that was dangerous), I spent my 20s in a shit job making shit money instead of doing anything else, I never punched my step-dad. This isn’t intended to be a therapy session (that’s next week because she’s on vacation right now), but to preface by saying that I have done the requisite self-reflection. That’s important to note for later.
One of these numerous regrets is the courses of study to which I have dedicated my life.