I’m completely against wasting my time. At 18, you’re unlikely to know who you are; if you do, you’re unlikely to know what you want; if you do, you’re unlikely to be the exact combo of clever and stupid that I like; if you are, you’re unlikely to have the freedom or resources to put yourself where I want you to be, when I need you to be there.
Maybe you’re special. But this, again, seems unlikely.