Attending college, while rewarding and beneficial to your future, can come with certain hindrances to a young female farmer such as myself. At more agriculturally inclined institutions, purchasing chicks and goat feed with your financial aid might be justified, but, as it turns out, community colleges in urban areas tend to frown upon such activities. I happen to be unfortunate enough to be attending one such urban community college.
Your academic adviser is dismayed at your poor grades, because you evidently tested well in your placement exams. You explain that you are finding it difficult to attend your required English class because the only available class offered at the outreach campus begins at 8 o'clock. She does not accept "milking the goat" as a valid explanation of your tardiness. When you tell her that you have two jobs, your adviser will insist that you quit them and focus on school. She has no response when you ask, "How will I buy rabbit food?"
Arguing with your academic adviser is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to collegiate difficulties for the young farmer. You will encounter peers of a new kind while furthering your education. When assigned to write a paper about personal difficulties you have encountered, one such peer may write about her difficulty finding a nice shade of red lipstick. This paper will get a B+, while your paper about why you are offended that you are under 21 (at the time) and unable to carry concealed will receive a D, because it was not an acceptable topic. Your guns lost to cosmetics.
There is hope! Plow through the mind-numbing community college, you brilliant mind, you! There is a land-grant university calling your name!
Unless ... you continue spending money on dog toys instead of books and cleaning stalls instead of studying. You will end up at Ohio State.