Why your Degree means less than you Wish it Did

After graduation, I looked out over the landscape as if I was finally ready, as if I deserved it all, as if it owed me something. Oh misguided and overzealous former self, what a great big idiot you were. I graduated with degrees in English Literature an Anthropology, not one but BOTH of the traditional useless degrees. That’s right, the only way I could have wound up less prepared is if I’d thrown in a dance degree or something related to musical theater, and yet I EXPECTED WORK TO COME TO ME!