I am thinking: up from Illonois, West Virginia or Wisconsin; on to MIT and thence (maybe, meantime, doin' lip-service at a UK oldie for a Masters), to J P Morgan. Thence on to a luxurious, rented suite on 5th Avenue and all the stripey shirts; loudest banker-stripes and most hour-glassed broads that he wants. Any advance on that one...
Sounds like a plan, if only someone had told me this when I was 17. Of course, the advice you get from parents and school teachers is inevitably at least 25 years out of date and should be scorned with extreme prejudice.
I would avoid banking altogether and go into the black arts of psy-ops and spying for the government as a private contractor on Hawaii. And I wouldn't make the mistake of being a whistleblower, not whilst you got it all going on financially and babe wise.