As so sometimes happens here, I feel myself surrounded by giants. I didn't finish my first year of high school. I left to dig ditches, teeter at the edge of homelessness, and have a variety of troubles. Much later, married and with my wife in graduate school, I felt sufficiently inadequate, intellectually, that I made a project out of going to college. It took 11 years or so, given work and what-all. I only inferred what my degree would be in towards the end, by adding up my credits in respective areas. It was most convenient to graduate in English literature. I celebrated my graduation by giving myself a raise for my handy-manning, from $8 to $10 an hour. Mathematically, $10 dollars is the best wage. It's so easy to calculate.  

I'm a bit embarrassed by my degree. It seems more to represent my lack of self-understanding and general confidence at that time than anything else. But it did serve to spike any notion of an intellectual sort of career,  which has been helpful. 
Best wishes.