I went to university, earned two master’s degrees, plus took some post graduate classes. Why? By my late 20’s, early 30’s, it was evident that I was not cut out for wife/mother. In an earlier time, I’d have become a teaching sister, probably Dominican. Unfortunately, at the time, the convents were emptying and those who remained sisters were busy tearing off their habits in exchange for polyester pant suits and jeans. They were abandoning the community life to live in apartments. IOW, they had nothing I didn’t already have, lived in apartments, wore regular clothes, had a roommate or two, worked in the community, were too busy with jobs they hadn’t time for daily Mass, communal prayers, following a rule of life, did their cooking, no longer made their clothes, cleaned their own apartments, etc.
The big difference was that I had to support myself. In order to do that, I needed those magic pieces of paper declaring my completion of of university, so that’s what I did, worked my way through uni and got the pieces of paper.
They don’t make me better or holier than anyone else. They sure won’t get me a place in Heaven! In fact, my closest friends throughout life have been and are people without “education.” I value common sense over non-sense, practical skills over practically no skills.
Let’s just say the communist public education plan backfired in my case.