Redditor summed it up nicely:
Bachelor of fine art here. I even have a minor in craft/metals. I was an idiot.
I did regret it for a while. I think I realized that I had made a huge mistake early in my senior year, but at that point, I figured the best thing to do was finish, get a McJob, and supplement my education bit by bit as I figure out what I want my real career to be. It was hard at first, and I was mad at myself for being so short sighed.
Then this miraculous thing happens. You get older. The distance between you and whatever the fuck it was you did in college widens. You find a job that requires a degree in whatever and quickly learn how to use it as a springboard into something you have no formal training but plenty of work experience in. You wind up with bosses and coworkers who don't care how you spent the four years after high school as long as you're producing results. you'll have a few coworkers exactly like you, and a few coworkers who maybe had the right education earlier than you did but who simply stopped advancing because others were better at the job than them. Before long, you realize that your life looks nothing like you thought it would when you were 22, but that you have upward mobility and you're not miserable. Once you hit a certain point, nobody ever asks about your degree anymore. It takes work, probably more work than people with in demand degrees put in, but you'll build a career and your education will become a footnote on your resume.
