High school grades, what girl you were going out with, who your friends were, what you did after school... shit. They were right. None of that really matters anymore.
Here I am now sitting in an apartment, paid for by me, about to play a video game system, paid for by me, on a nice couch, handed down from one party environment to the next. I make enough to enjoy my life, but would love to make more. I have a good amount of close friends, but not as much as I did. And a job I honestly care for, but not in the proper environment most would associate that with idea with.
And yet I never once, since 2005, needed to know how to properly read a meniscus.