Sorry in advance. I didn't realize this would turn into a novel. It's not a pity party, I'm just telling some personal history to give a different, apparently lacking, perspective.
The fact that I am looked at as lazy, stupid and un-teachable due to my lack of a degree really pisses me off. I am none of those. A lot of people in my position are none of those things. I would rather not get into specifics on a public forum but berkeley it, I'm just a random guy on the internet, right?
Up until age 10 my childhood (predominantly addressing the financial aspects of my life) was close to average, we were on welfare but we had clothes, a house, a beater of a car and food. Then my parents split and I lived with one while the other disappeared for a bit and things got rough.
I grew up with a lack of what most people would call necessities; electricity and running water. We lived in a run-down house just outside of a tiny town with a E36 M3ty high school and very few job prospects for "our kind". Starting at age 12 I picked peaches and bucked hay bales during the summer for $5/hour. Rent was $250 per month and when I left at age 18, we were a few months behind.
(Foreshadowing: I destroyed my left shoulder the day I graduated High School trying to show off on the incline bench. This, like most of my other childhood injuries went untreated because "doctors are too expensive".)
Upon moving out I shared a rented house with my brother and was suddenly free in the world having had very little guidance as far as money or a career was concerned, but I was ecstatic at the prospect of having utilities after living nearly 8 years in the 1800's during the 1990's.
I had a low-paying job that covered my rent, food, a gym membership and put gas in my $200 Thunderbird. I had rehabbed my shoulder to about 70% range of motion with some pain and I was quite muscular and strong. I thought life was good. I thought I had achieved "life", that I was "living". My formative years had ground down my ambition quite a bit. "Aim low to succeed." So this was "it".
Then my car blew up on the way to work and I, being young and dumb, stopped at a stealership and paid waaayy too much for an '86 300ZX. I just HAD TO HAVE IT!!! My uncle co-signed since neither of my parents had decent credit or income. I was now making $6.75 per hour, paying just over $200 per month for my car payment and just over $200 per month for my insurance. I thought I was so grown up! This is what people do!
Then that car started having issues that gobbled up all of my money. I now said, "Hey, I need to increase my income!". I went on a job hunt for a few months and found precisely nothing. This was 1999, I was a 19 year old idiot with just under 1 year of experience as a security guard and a high school diploma. My car needed tires and I was hosed financially while still bumbling through life.
I needed a secure job that didn't require a commute and could lead to a college education, so I enlisted. I was overweight (215 lbs at only 5'7" tall) but since my only hobby was weight lifting I easily passed the tape measure test, 20" neck, 52" chest, 32" waist, 27" quads, FTW!!! About two months into boot I re-injured my shoulder and, upon examination by a Corpsman, was told I have a genetic laxity in my shoulders, that they dislocate very easily. Since the military wasn't the cause of the injury they didn't offer surgery or rehab, they just saddled me with an entry level separation, general non-punitive discharge and an RE3F re-enlistment code. Hosed.
There goes that plan...
So now I'm back sharing a house with my brother, worse off than I was before. I can't get my old job back so I take a minimum wage job at a local water park, do odd jobs on the side and sell scrap metal. Things get quite rough for a while until I sign up for a low limit credit card. After keeping this card in good standing for a while I somehow snag a $7,000 limit platinum card. I transfer the balance of the low limit card to the platinum card but apparently missed a charge or two and that later comes back to bite me on the ass.
At this point I'm 21 but, due to childhood experiences, I don't do any drugs or drink alcohol. I waste money on cars, weight lifting gear and supplements. At this time I was very loud, aggressive and vocal in my disdain for people who do drugs and drink alcohol. Including friends and family. This lead to some static with family members but I gave exactly zero E36 M3s. To my friends I was just that weird straight edge, violent berserker.
After a while the odd jobs and scrap metal dried up which lead to me defaulting on the 300ZX. (Unknowingly giving my uncle's credit a big hit.)
So, having very little money and no car, I did the dumbest thing possible and bought an '86 Mustang GT with my credit card. (This is the kind of thing I will prevent my children from doing, regardless of their age.) I decided NOW is the time to go to college. It's now or never!
I get a couple of grants through fafsa that pay for most of my books and tuition for a local community college and I am able to scrape together the rest of the money to attend. After a semester or two I'm really digging this college thing. My uncle (the same one) is going to the same school as me and we share a few classes for a while, until he takes a new job and drops out. Then, in the same week my clutch cable snaps and my fuel pump goes out. I am officially berkeleyed.
Pick two:
College
Car
House (still renting with my brother)
After dropping out things got REALLY rough for a while. Like wake up in the morning and wonder if you're going to eat that day rough. Then my neighbor, an old diesel mechanic, took a chance on me. He had seen me working on cars in the past and told me to apply at a particular diesel shop in St. Louis. He vouched for me and I landed the job. I couldn't believe my good fortune, $14.70 per hour! The people I knew just didn't make that kind of money! We were minimum wagers. I didn't care that my credit was absolutely wrecked and I couldn't get a loan to save my life, I was on cloud nine!
I worked at that shop for just under 2 1/2 years when some crooked E36 M3 went down and 7 of us, including my neighbor, were fired. (last I knew he had won a wrongful termination suit.) The new supervisor brought in a new crew... On the way home that day I pulled over and rage bawled. It probably took about 10 minutes to pull my E36 M3 together. I felt like I had been robbed and I was certain that I would never work with that kind of tight-knit crew or make that kind of money again. I was up to $17.15/hour. That was unheard of in my circle of friends.
Back to square one... again.
A family member had used their credit to finance 20 or so trucks for a local trucking company then, things went south. They split and said family member had trucks, a connection to a freight company but no mechanics. I was contacted and informed that I could be a partial owner of the company eventually if I got in now and made it through the low pay at the beginning. I reluctantly accepted and began working 70-80 hour weeks for a $300 per week salary wrenching on trucks in a gravel lot.
My brother came on board too but had no diesel experience so I trained him on a few things but, overall he has great mechanical aptitude and took to it like a duck to water. My step brother had automotive shop experience and was brought up from Georgia, all expenses paid, to join our little shop. This set off a few alarms with me and I started asking questions. Turns out I was being shafted. My brother had been making $500 per week all along and my step brother was also brought in at $500 per week. I "called a meeting" with all concerned parties and made it clear that the E36 M3 had come to an end and I was leaving immediately with the back pay that I was owed. I left, cash in hand. That's the only job I've ever quit without giving two weeks notice. My wife (girlfriend at the time) was 8 months pregnant.
I moved to central Illinois, landed a job at a local diesel shop and started looking to move up the financial ladder again. I was hired and trained by a local machine shop (A really great company that invests in their workers and sees them as a valuable asset.) in the machining trade and the rest is a much more pleasant history. These days my schedule sucks and occasionally the work environment sucks (I bitch about both frequently) but the pay is good. I tell my kids on a daily basis that they need to study hard and do well in school so they can go to college and earn degrees and, hopefully, not wind up an under-educated, bitter shiny happy person like their dad. The fact that they are already dis-advantaged due to my lack of achievement is another source of rage.
TL;DR:
I have made some foolish mistakes in my life but I am not lazy, stupid or un-teachable. I work hard, I am intelligent and I learn very quickly. I'm bitter that I had less opportunity at a higher education than most and carry a huge chip on my shoulder because of it.