23-year-old teacher in Baltimore.
I write about my life in stories and poems.
You go to college hopefully with an idea of what you want to commit to for your working life. You complete your classes with the goal of a high GPA and retaining the information professors try to share. When it's all over, you walk across a stage and take a blank piece of paper rolled up nice from a strange "doctor." Your actual degree will be mailed in a couple of months.