I am two semesters away from my third master’s degree. Earning mastery. Again. A third time. I’m talking about fourteen semesters of school after getting my regular, college undergraduate degree. At this point, graduate school is basically a morning routine. An expensive one. I need a bumper sticker that says, “My other car is a tuition payment.” With all the financing, I could have had a beach house and a nice Audi. Instead, I have ACH withdrawals. Can’t those be somehow crowd sourced? Wait, is this the Democratic National Committee debate? (It’s OK. Graduate school jokes are supposed to be dense).