pigeonholed papier

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i remember how daunting the decision of a major back in my collegiate years felt.

you’re asked to decide overnight and sign on the dot, committing to a concept when you don’t even know all that you encompass yet.

i had a dream where diplomas looked like nothing more than a sentence, like the ones that condemn convicts behind bars.

i looked down at the document i held in a reverie and it read, “the aforementioned person is good at this because they crossed out everything else on the list,” like a pigeonholed papier.

i do not wish to specialize in one area of study. i take the scissors and snip what is expected of me before they clip my wings instead.

there is respect to be had for those who graduate with degrees, but without one, i have been succeeding with ease.

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