And now he dead from coke. (Score 1)

If graduating in four years is like leaving the party at 11pm (for the record, I finished in five), then graduating in one year is like totally missing the party because no one clued you in because you had 37 credit hours to handle. (37?)

I once took 19 credit hours in a semester in order to graduate when I wanted to. Worst. Semester. Ever (in terms of stress, anyway)! I managed to do all right, but had I taken a few credits less, I probably would have had a better semester GPA, but I can't go back in time now. I'm just glad I managed to eke out a 3.0, let alone get into the grad program of my choice (two years after graduating with my B.A.

In conclusion: Life's about the journey rather than the destination. Sure, it'd be neat to have finished college earlier than I did, but I felt like I learned more about myself along the way, and that's invaluable. Sure, you could be a genius and finish in a year, but what have you learned about yourself? How have you grown? Knowledge is, indeed power, but that includes intrapersonal knowledge.

(Also, the knowledge of experiencing an upside-down margarita. But that goes without saying.)