Six weeks passed this prior semester before I realized I was going to fail all of my classes. Was I focused? Absolutely not.<p>This past semester I switched into Engineering from a Liberal Arts degree, and I'd never felt so worthless, incompetent and overwhelmed. Everyone had it together, everyone knew absolutely everything—and me, half a year of teaching myself programming in my spare time was showing no results. Except for developing carpal tunnel syndrome.<p>My roommate was another source of tension. Every day (and I really mean every day), he would talk about how Harvard Law demanded a 4.0, who wore real suits and who wore knock-offs, how School A was so much better than School B, the difference in salary between top-tier and bottom-tier grads, and, to top it off, how much he valued "good ol' American values, like from the 50s".<p>He flew through his tests and quizzes with straight-As, and I struggled to scrape up a passing grade.<p>To make matters worse, I started learning shell scripting, further distracting me from homework and classes. Also, I was getting treated for depression.<p>Anyway, I couldn't find a way to be motivated for anything other than my side projects. I tried turning my homework into a programming puzzle, but it was too late—my grades were too low to salvage.<p>Taking time off was something that had always been on my mind, but hearing it recommended was the final push I needed.<p>So I withdrew.<p>And, surprisingly, the world didn't end—it opened up. I didn't know what to do with all this free time, so I increased my volunteering time at a local school and started job-applying like crazy.<p>I was interviewed for an IT position and another to cashier, and I got neither. Still don't have a job, still wondering how I'm going to feed my cat, yet not worried.<p>Don't get me wrong—I'm stressed like hell, but I'm enjoying it. I can literally spend hours coding without feeling guilty.<p>Finishing college is important to me, however, and I'm set to return in the fall.<p>Hopefully my work ethic will keep maturing—I'm excited to start again.<p>GPA definitely isn't on my mind.