I'd truly believe that a college education is unessesary when showing one's true potential. Here I sit on my bed watching a film that so closely reflects how I feel. I can write, there is no doubt in my mind that I can write better than my peers and as well as my elders. Why don't I? I do not write for a living solely because I would not put in the effort to take the nessesary classes and tutilage that it wold take for me to be seen as an accomplished writer with loads of potential. I could, in reality, do that with no futher education and stick with my current principals, and I know that with the further education I could perhaps have more experience and do better for myself for it. But what would I write? Here and now I can write of Love, heartache, loss and parts of life, though in time I could write of more. I admit fully that I have not the experience to write of children or lasting love, or even of employment beyond that of pocket money. But does that mean my potential is lost to the wind? I think not. It is only yet to unfurl its entire glory.