Good job, evince. You were more mature than I at that age. All I wanted to do was graduate HS, join the Army's WOC helicopter program, and be in Vietnam as a Huey copilot by 19. The fucking war ended when I was a Junior. Being a stupid kid, I had no Plan B to become a military pilot like my dad. The requirement became "college degree" so, damn the luck, I had to go to fucking college...majoring in beer, girls and scraping by with Gentleman C's. I didn't have your maturity or focus at that age. I figured the Marine Corps would teach me all I needed to know. Not being as smart as I thought I was ended up being a common cause of friction in my life's journey.
BTW, Ralph Waldo Emerson had this view:
To finish the moment, to find the journey’s end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.
Commonly shortened to "It's the journey, not the destination".