Too Young for Study
When I was seventeen, I went to UBC for two
years and now that I look back I have some regrets. If I had been
older, I would probably have had more fun and benefited more from
my studies. I had never really seriously thought about not going to
university right away. My father had gone to UBC; my sister had enrolled
the year before. There was no question. When I say I was seventeen, I mean
really seventeen. My birthday had been in May and I began to attend
in September, so I finished my first two years before the age of nineteen.
It was a lonely time. UBC had over 24 thousand students that year and I
felt lost among them. If I had had the maturity of age, I would
have gotten more from that experience, Iím sure. Because I had
skipped a grade of school, I was young at the end of high school as well.
Intellectually, I was a mature young man; socially, I was a beginner.
University is a place that offers both intellectual and social
stimulation. I feel now that I only experienced half of what it could have
offered. You may wonder why I said I only attended for two years; the reason
is I quit my studies at age nineteen, rode my bicycle to Halifax on the
Atlantic Coast, and then went to work for the telephone company. After
working there, I was sure I would return to university eventually, but not
before I spent some years working and travelling. Perhaps if I had been
thinking more clearly at the time, I would have done this
sooner, and begun my studies when I was more ready to benefit from them.
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