Those lessons have gotten me further in life than Philosophy 100 or linear progress ever did (sorry, Dr. Freiberger). Fast forward two years, and I have two rewarding jobs, an adorable apartment, a cranky orange tabby, just enough money in the bank to to not be petrified of the first of the month, and a sense of pride in the babe I've become. I live a life I am thrilled with, and it did not happen because of a college education or a tireless success story. It happened because even when it felt impossible, I clung to my faith that I am a good person, that I have valuable talents to give the world, and that my life was far from over. Losing everything forced me to cherish what I had inside myself. I leaned hard on writing, on sailing, on the parts of myself I had forgotten. I wouldn't encourage anyone to drop out of college, but I would encourage anyone who's reading this to see failing as more of an opportunity and less of an ending.