I do not get paid enough to be a martyr
There are days my skin matches that of a late twilight,
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.