I had dropped outta college last year and I was dead set on never going back to finish my degree. I had actually convinced my father #MHSRIP into coming around to my way of thinking. My winning argument was, “Daddy, you built us this life without a degree.”

Mum thinks I have too much depth. Cause I don’t believe in the degree I’m working towards. Yes, it changed my way of thinking but I don’t feel like it adequately equipped me for the line of work that I want to venture into.

I walked away with a lot of theoretical substance but not enough practical experience. Since then I have worked for magazines, NGOs and radio and none of them I can confidently say my skills were without fault. I passed courses that I cannot do in real life. ZiFM Stereo had to teach me studio stuff from scratch even though my transcript says I did well in both radio courses.

I don’t feel like degrees nowadays are an accurate depiction of intelligence or one’s mental capabilities because we are all getting them by whatever means necessary. So its now a measurement of who is slicker than the other. You can bribe your way through it and wear the black robe to what I believe is a funeral for genuine intellect. I have a colleague that graduated but she hasn’t a clue about things related to her degree.

This isn’t even what I wanted to do. I wanted to go to art school and study fine art. So imagine forcing things for four years and coming out without it? I’m not good with failing in school. I was always in the first class from the jump. The only thing I failed was Maths and that’s ancestral so excusez moi. Anyway, despite all my struggling I’m back in school finishing off my degree cause I need that paper regardless of how irrelevant it is but I will not attend the graduation. You took the donkey to the river, you made it drink but you can’t make it enjoy it.