Everything. And nothing. Everything. In my humble or elitist opinion (take your pick), a good education is both very costly and utterly priceless. Maybe I am an odd bird, but I loved school. I loved Dalton. (And, yes, it is part of the Ivy Preparatory School League in athletics; why would I make that up?) And I loved Yale. And I loved Columbia. Yes, these happen to be Ivy League schools, but any good school (and there are so many) will do. Some of the smartest, best people I know did not go to an Ivy (hello, Dear Husband). And some of the most maladjusted, lost, and sad people I know did go to an Ivy (not dumb, will not name names).
If you are lucky, an Ivy might teach you:
1. How to write. 2. How to read. 3. How to think. 4. How to tailgate. 5. How to craft a resume. 6. How to schmooze. 7. How to BS artfully. 8. How to drink coffee. 9. How to drink beer. 10. How to hide your deepest insecurities.
Nothing. It is a myth that an elite education is the ticket to utopia, to happiness. There are things for which no league can prepare you. Important things. One such thing? Life.
No school will teach you:
1. How to take a risk or take a compliment. 2. How to laugh loudly or love deeply. 3. How to find truth or a good man. 4. How to have a happy birthday or a happy marriage. 5. How to birth a baby or a book. 6. How to survive a bad breakup or a brutal hangover. 7. How to toilet train a toddler or train the toddler within. 8. How to let a child separate or watch a parent die. 9. How to handle vicious criticism in life or on a blog. 10. How to stop lying and start living.