I'd wait a couple of years and talk my ex-husband into keeping our house and renting it instead of selling it when we split up. It made sense at the time, since selling it was the fastest way to pay off all of our mutual debt (and most of our individual debt, too) and make it an easy split, but if we'd waited a few years, we would've made a solid 6 figure profit. I have no desire to be a landlord and mostly I'm glad we sold it to a nice family for what was still an affordable amount, but it would've been the only way I could ever afford to buy anything else on a single income, and it would've set him and his new wife up a lot better. I kind of hate the idea morally, but from a purely pragmatic view, it would've made sense.
.......you guys realize that you're both overthinking it. Maga books won't make you rich. They don't buy books. They BURN books. If anything, you release a book with Obamas face on it, and the title of the book is "Very Burnable". The pages don't even need text. Just a thick wad of paper, Obamas face on the cover, with the text "Very Burnable".
Nothing. No money for investments then or now, which is also why I never kept up enough with stocks, crypto etc. to be able to cheat the market as a one-time time traveller. Plus I have several medical issues (then and now) that remain unsolved mysteries.
Only thing I can think of is using a bigger boot partition when I installed reinstalled Ubuntu from scratch about 5 years ago.
It's mostly just a recent issue that popped up. I'm currently running Ubuntu 20.04 (i.e. version from 2020, there have been two major releases since then) and since I use LUKS, resizing the boot partition is going to be fairly complicated, if I can figure it out at all.
I'd tell myself not to waste the time, money or energy on college.
I'm not against it in general, but going for a compsci degree when you've already gotten software dev work is definitely a waste of time unless your employer is paying for it. I just let my dad talk me into it after getting out of a bad job. Thankfully I only wasted one semester on it and got out because I found another job.
Still, that turned out to be $4k in loans for just 6 units because I couldn't file my FAFSA in time to qualify for any grants, thanks to my fucking undiagnosed ADHD father who couldn't be bothered to file his taxes or even give me an accurate income required by the form. That was $4k I could have put into savings or invested instead.
It's a troll toll. It'll get you a software engineering job with a roman numeral in the title at a company you've actually heard of. But if you're almost done then there's no reason not to stick with it.
The early years of my career were quite a slog, having taught myself to program. I started out on freelancing websites, competing with devs from the third world who worked for pennies a day. I lucked into my first salaried job, got hired through my cousin.
I will say, having some theory knowledge does come in handy occasionally. You might never have to write your own hashtable, but being able to understand the implementation of the structures you're using helps a lot to make informed decisions about how you organize and access data, especially when you're trying to optimize for performance or memory usage.
One piece of unsolicited advice you might have heard before is to not discount the power of networking. The best written cover letter in the world can't hold a candle to knowing someone who can put in a good word. Make friends with your professors and classmates, you never know who might think to look you up one day when their company is hiring. My old boss still offers me a job occasionally, more than five years later.
Besides the obvious monetary stuff, I'd be going into my second year of university knowing that I am autistic and having learned a lot of the social skills and coping strategies that I learned from therapy. I'd probably be able to find a fulfilling relationship before I turned 20 (rather than 28), and I would have felt far more comfortable joining up with clubs and groups at school and developing a social network.
I often feel bad that I only started getting help with those aspects of myself within the last couple of years. But I wasn't aware that I was autistic.