I did get knowledge and skill out of my two years of art school. The last two years would have been more oil painting, which I couldn't stand, and part of the reason I left was because, even in the beginning, I didn't want to graduate from there. I was unhappy at that school most days, and since college is supposed to be the happiest time of your life, I didn't want that school to be it.
It was a small college without a real campus, but rather a bunch of buildings spread throughout a trashy city. I mostly went there because it was the only other college I applied to, since I was accepted to AIB, my dream school, which would have put me about $100,000 in debt, so of course, I didn't go.
I bought into the propaganda that you could learn art yourself and the degree was a scam, so after I turned down Ringling's high tuition, I figured I could just practice and make it out as a pro. I was 21, then.
Now I'm 24, and my art, while I practice, doesn't go far beyond sketchbook doodles and pencil sketches. I've had two dishwashing jobs, a food running job, and a factory job that I got fired from for poor production. I still don't have my own car and live with my dad.
As for my next plans? I don't know. I've decided not to go back to college until I have a real plan, and I think I want to look into Graphic Design, since that's the most practical jack of all trades art job, or Architecture. Part of me is also wanting to become a doctor, lawyer, judge or a policeman, but I'm not sure about those.
I don't know if I need to go to college to study graphic design, but I don't want to fall into the same trap I put myself in.
I also have this deep, inner urge to try out the military, because in a year and a half I'll be too old for some of the branches and even though I'll most likely hate it, I don't want to miss out on an experience.
Sorry for dumping my life story