When I left high school when I was 16, my parents said it was ok, but only if I immediately got my GED. I did, right after I turned 17, if memory serves correctly. Then, they said I had to get a career because I was driving around all the time, wasting their time and money while also fucking over my future self in the process. So, I ended up making some ill-timed bad decisions, and wound up in rehab for 2 weeks. While in there, they said I had to pick a day job that wasn't a musician, because it was in their (correct) opinion the musician part of my life was causing me to have this "I play music so I can do drugs and drink and fuck at 17 as much as I want" mentality. So, I picked phlebotomy. What's not to like about drawing blood? I figured it would be another quirk on my large list of quirks. I was very wrong. I did the lab part of the phlebotomy course fine, even passing with an A before I was 18. However, the lecture was too boring for me, at least back then, and I failed it, big time. I didn't even try in the lecture. So, I had to take it again, and passed with a B. I got hired at ZLB Plasma services when I was still 17, so they couldn't legally put me to work 'til I was 18. So, I waited it out, got clean in case there was a drug test, and got hired on there. I ended up getting overworked, so I quit that July, I believe, somewhere in that area of time. After that, I sat around and did nothing, and my parents stepped in, as they should've. They informed me of what was going to happen if I did nothing with my life, so I said I'd go back to school for something else, this time with a major. They just wanted me to get a degree or two for work, and that's what I wanted because at that point in time I still hated school. So, I went back to school, and took Psychology 111 and an English class. I hated the English class because it moved too slow, but the psychology intrigued me like nothing else had before it. For every question about my mind and the nature of humans, it had several answers. I absorbed more knowledge in that subject than anything else I ever had. What's more, it became a personal interest. Through Psychology, I have improved myself exponentially, and no longer have issues, or Bipolar II disorder, or anything. So, if it weren't for dropping out at 16, I wouldn't be the Dean's list making Psychology major I am today. And the future is still going, recently I got accepted into the Phi Theta Kappa honor society due to my GPA, and have a transfer set up to Wright State upon completion of my Associate of Arts at Clark State. So let that be a lesson: you can do what you want in life, and if you take the oppurtunities given you'd be surprised where you end up.