Why I've Decided Not To Get My Master's Degree (For Now)

We all have that one question that we dread answering.

It's the eye-rolling question, or the "eye-flutter," as some of my friends would say. The one thing you'd rather not have to answer, or better yet, the one thing you'd rather not have someone ask you.

The worst part of it all is that you know it's coming--you can feel it--you can sense it. Its silent steps seem to slither into almost every casual conversation, no matter the person. It's not that your hatred of the subject is the root of your never-ending annoyance and dislike; it's the inevitable expectations, programmed from predictable societal standards, that carve loathing irritation into your heart.

So, what's mine, you ask? Six simple words; one complex assumption.