It took me 12 years to finish my Master's Degree. During that time, I was, frankly, learning a lot , while I was ill. I took a medical leave. My dream, in the land of dreams, The United States, was to become a philosopher. I was angry and sad at everything because I thought that would never happen. In 2023, I earned my M.A. My specific degree is a terminal degree, but even if it weren't, I'm still considered an expert now, and a philosopher now. I'm 45. The job market, and the entire process of getting a Ph.D. takes a long time , and is likely more effort to me than it's worth right now (in a cost-benefit analysis). So I probably won't get one, which means I may never be a professor because accreditation requires a certain percentage of faculty to hold a Ph.D. I never knew I would come this far, and I thank God, who at times has been the only one there for me, that I've done what I've done. In the United States, I hope people still dream. But not on...