I left the traditional route early and taught myself to write software. That sentence takes two seconds to read and took about four years to live through.
This is not an argument against school. It is an account of what the other path actually looks like from the inside: the long stretch where you are not employable yet, the projects nobody pays for, and the specific moment things turn.
The first year has no scoreboard
There is no grade. There is only whether the thing you built works, and at the start it mostly does not. You are measuring yourself against an empty page every day, which is harder than any exam I ever sat.
What changed it
Shipping something a stranger used. Not a tutorial project. Something small, real and slightly broken, that someone depended on.