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I am currently waiting to go back to go to summer school and I feel so antsy....how do you pass the time in the meantime....no boyfriend,no job...no im not a bum....im just a student waiting to catch up to getting my career on the right track...a lot of the time I paint, but I don't sell it at present. Any suggestions....serious ones please...much appreciated....thanks again...Id like to hear your stories also of what you did when you were going to school and how you made it so far in life. Its ...

I just have to laugh at how ironic life can be at times. I have been pondering my educational journey that began when I started my college education back in (shh!) 1993!

Initially, I really wanted to major in psychology, but changed my mind when I learned it would take at least 8 years of schooling to become a licensed psychologist because my main priority was to have a family and be a stay-at-home mom.

After I married my first husband he convinced me I would make a great ...

Okay everyone, I have begun to contemplate dropping out of college to pursue finding myself a little more. I feel very stressed at school and would like to venture out and become more sure of myself before pursuing it again. I did the same with high school and found it to be a very liberating experience. Do any other INFPs or maybe someone who just knows quite a bit about INFPs have any advice for me?

So I was thinking about my future. (Trust me, this gets more interesting as it goes on, okay?) It came to me that I don't care about my grades. This semester I got a 3.5. Sounds okay-ish, right? I knew I have a lot more potential. I don't mean to sound elitist at all, but I know for a fact I can do a lot better than most kids later on in life. I was lost in a world of options that could be my priorities in life.

I was thinking, why could I be doing THIS when I could do so much more? ...

I consider myself a pretty calm person. It usually takes a lot to drive me crazy. I've gone through 12 years of school without much hassle, always doing enough work to make my teachers love me, but never my best. And now, in my final months of my senior year, I've been working on college applications.

They have Broken. Me. Down.

I feel like I've been skinned alive, trampled on by horses, and dragged behind a truck for a couple thousand miles. I have never felt this ...