Andrew Hillman Boston, MA

This is a post I wrote for Medium.com and it contains sexually-explicit language.

Everyone seems to be talking about how college is just not worth it – I disagree. Sure, college is a shit ton of money but the experience can be priceless. It’s what you make of it. For me, college was more about learning outside than inside the class. If you saw my GPA you would of thought I attended class, but I didn’t. When I did, I wasn’t there to learn, I was there to find pussy. I mean, someone to study with. Back then, for all intents and purposes, my drug induced logic was simple yet surprisely effective. I’d go to class, socialize, flirt, charm and flatter my way into a study date which often led to a drink and a bareback fuck.

What am I doing here?

Like many of my peers, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, so I did what most guys in college do… I got fucked up every day that ended in ‘y’ and slept with as many girls as I could… My behavior was excessive, ridiculous and downright offensive, but I have very few regrets. Well, maybe one, but if your friends didn’t see, it never happened. Hey now!

Seeing what most don’t.

When you attend a large school ranked for being in one of the greatest college towns in America three things are certain:

(1) The school year started in September with ~28,000 students ready to rage! (2) With the school packing ~500 students into every 101 course courses would be over-enrolled. (3) General Education lectures were the most skipped classes by far. If the class had a 101 at the end, you could be sure attendance would drop off by the 5th week. For me, these 3 certainties lead to an unconventional opportunity.

Let the hacking begin.

At the start of each semester, I would stand outside General Education lectures to hand out fliers. My goal was to hire the students who would do two things: attend every class and take amazing notes. Before hiring, I required a note taking sample and a copy of the note-takers offical transcript to make sure they were serious about grades. Before Finals, I typed, printed and bound the semester notes. Then just before finals week I started slinging notes at the student union and school parking lots. I sold ~100 notebooks per course @ $40-$50 each and did between 5-6 courses each semester. Needless to say my efforts brought in a ridiculous amount of money (more than the professors) each semester and I really only worked about 40 hours a semester. I spent way more time partying.

Finding yourself, hustling.

So to all those who are thinking about skipping college, you could be missing out on an opportunity to figure out who you are. Whether I was out hustling for pussy or slinging notes, college helped me figure out who I am. Don’t get me wrong, when spending thousands of dollars it can be hard to forget why you enrolled, but that’s the beauty of college.

More than one way.

For most, College has a direct route (4 years, ~126 credits, GPA, major+minor), but for me it was a maze consisting of the three branches… partying, fucking and hacking… and I truly cannot think of a better way to go through college.