I'm 25. During middle school my teachers told my Mom I might fall through the cracks. I wasn't a bad student academically, but I wasn't winning any awards either. I was also really quiet. I had a few family issues. A bipolar Dad among them, so it was hard to make friends. My Mom never told me about the meeting until I was an adult.
Since then I've graduated college, and I'm working in the nonprofit sector. Some people refer to that at finding yourself. I call it building up experience. Either way it means I'm broke.
Some of my classmates from high school and college are in the same boat. Some have jobs that I want, but they pay low. Newspapers, local TV, etc.
Then some of them studied better paying majors or have more experience in my desired fields (entertainment or museums) so they have better jobs.
Others are still in college, which makes people so judgemental, but I personally don't judge how long someone's degree takes. Some are finishing up masters programs. Some never went at all. Some people have jobs considered worse than mine. Retail or food service. Again, I don't judge. Everyone needs a job, but we're getting to the age where retail is seen as unacceptable. I respect all workers at any age though.