This year I went for something slightly more believable and many degrees less flattering: I told my entire network that I'd adopted two more cats.
When youngsters ask me: 'Shall I join the police service?' I say: 'Do you really want to in your heart of hearts?' If they yes, I say: 'Go for it.' If they say they have got a degree already, I tell them 'Don't waste it.' If they go into private industry, they will be recognised.
In the three years that I spent at Columbia, borrowing more than sixty thousand dollars to get my degree, I was told repeatedly — by fellow-students, faculty, administrators, and professional writers whose careers I wished to emulate — not to think about the loans.
I told her that I have a business degree, not an English degree.
I still remember when I told my family that I was shucking my Kennedy School degree to write in Hollywood.
I told Andy I'd go back to Florida, finish my nursing degree and he could meet me there".
"But I can't get sick," I told my husband, somewhere between my dry, hacking cough and 102-degree fever.
"I have a degree, you know," I tell the semi-circle of moustachioed men around me, but they don't seem too bothered.
"I have a degree, you know," I tell the semicircle of mustachioed men around me, but they don't seem too bothered.
So I told him, "No thanks".
I told her the result was correct.
