Sounds good to me. (Although, like Whitetiger said, be careful of debt.)
I'm envious of people who know what they want to be when they grow up. I have never gotten the foggiest inkling of what my calling is. I've ruled out quite a few things, though. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm not cut out to be a rock star, a circus clown (yes, I seriously considered that at one point), an anthropologist, an Air Force inflight refueling specialist, a computer scientist, a waitress, or just about any job in which I might be called up to drive a vehicle to an unfamiliar place or answer a phone.
I'm still narrowing it down.
I imagine it will come to me in a flash of inspiration on my death bed.