I told everyone I graduated from college. I actually dropped out. I told my parents, friends, and assorted other relatives.
I dropped out of college because I had had enough. I couldn’t take the classes, the papers, and the bullshit anymore. So I quit. I decided that I didn’t need a college degree to do what I want to do for a living.
Quitting college seemed like a good idea at the time. It still seems like a good idea. I could easily regret having dropped out, but it has been seven months and I do not feel an ounce of regret.
I told everyone that I got some weird credit from my college and that I graduated and didn’t need to finish out the year. Everyone believed it. It was so easy.
As time passed, people wanted to know where my diploma was, what kind of jobs I was looking at, and how I had graduated. I was smart about this lie though, I told everyone how I had done it, that my diploma was buried somewhere at my parents’ house, and that I’d gotten some credit for this thing I did in Europe.
This past month, my parents threw me my graduation party. I should have told them that I didn’t actually graduate, but they had already paid for the food and booze for the party.
I will probably never tell them that I didn’t graduate from college. I am happy to let them think that I succeeded at something that threw me for a loop. Maybe one day I’ll go back to school and finish, my credits are good for another ten years.