The first degree I learned how not to teach. It can't be taught. But most of what they taught me was useful in unlearning it.
I learned how to party hearty, hook up and protest the system.
I learned how to trash my attitude and enthusiasm for life. I was pretty damn kewl by the time I got out.
The second degree I learned how to help people who spent their college years making meth in the bathtub. Then I unlearned that, as well, realizing that how the drugs worked in their bodies weren't the information that they needed.
I learned how to redeem myself from all my youthful follies and have courage.
I learned how to become a satisfied and productive human being.
The difference? A little maturity under my belt and the fact that my parents paid for my first degree and I paid for my second.
On a more serious note, I doubt that anyone who is half-serious doesn't benefit from some college education. I've noticed a distinct difference, a sort of "polish," on people who have the self-discipline to attend some form of higher education.