I wish I had better critical thinking skills when I was in college. I'm an English lit major with a minor in Russian lit. In the years since I've reread a lot of my favorite books, and I see a hell of a lot more than I did then. I think I was too immature, too inexperienced with life, to understand about suffering, joy, or love (and wayyy too self centered). College got me started, though, so I'm grateful for having been exposed to so much great literature, even if my understanding was a bit shallow compared to now.