(Spoiler: That doesn’t mean I didn’t study like mad.)
In December 2015, I’d had enough.
I’m a writer, but most months my writing doesn’t pay the bills. I live in Southeast Asia and, for years, my day job has been teaching English, phonics and reading. When I first came to this part of the world, a college degree wasn’t necessary to get a decent job – what was important was native English-speaking ability, experience, professionalism and training.
Things changed. While many employers were willing to hire me, they couldn’t, because laws had been put into place making it difficult or impossible to obtain a work permit for a prospective employee who did not have a bachelor’s degree.
Rather than work “under the table” (illegally), I decided I was going to finally – somehow – get my degree.