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I lied about having a degree. Now they want to see my diploma!
It has to be an unethical thing to lie about having a degree on your resume. I know of a few friends who fudged their resumes and talked about graduating and have degrees and earning their diplomas.
It seems like, as the economy struggles, more and more people look for jobs and more and more people try to find a way to stand out and make their resume appeal more too potential employers. You say something about earning this or earning that, your appeal can change. I can understand that – don’t agree with it – but I get it.
That isn’t what this article is about though.
I myself am somebody who would never graduate college. I’m not, as they say, college material.
I grew up in small town of about two hundred people and the majority of my high school class never graduated. Neither did I. I had lost my high school diploma years ago, and tried my hardest to get a copy of my lost diploma. That was the last time, I remember, every trying to get my hands on a diploma.
A few of our friends, in my graduating class, did graduate and graduate well. They actually went on to college and got degrees… often respectable ones.
Years later, I moved away to a small town down south where I got a job at the local lumber yard. The pay was good and the work was very much blue-collar, really me.
About eight years later, a friend of mine, who got my number from my parent’s back home, called me up and asked how I was doing. Immediately, he talked about how he had graduated college and went on to have this fancy corporate job and was making a ton of money, was happily married, two kids, and a home surrounded by a white picket fence. Looked like my friend was living the American Dream?
Me? I was doing my own thing. I was twice divorced and living in a van! Who was I fooling? My life sucked. BUT instead of coming clean, I told my old friend that I had graduated college like him and I was selling insurance. He congratulated me, promised to stop by and said he’d visit me, when he made his way down south sometime.
About five months later, I got a knock at my door and it was him. I stopped by to see me. He asked me about my job and I told him that I was off. I was just shocked that I could keep up with my own lies about having a degree and graduating and all that mess. BUT then, he stopped me with a good question, “Where is your diploma, friend?”
I didn’t have one! I told him that I had cleaned up, packed it away, lost it. I gave him some story about how I had a new one coming on, from the school; it was being printed up, blah blah blah. Oh, boy, what a load of hole I was digging myself into? Sheesh! I had no idea what to do. I then found a company online that specialized in printing high quality replica diplomas from 100’s of schools. They said that they would help me. I picked the school, told them what name I wanted on the diploma, my graduation date, the degree, etc, and that was that! A new fake diploma came in the mail; I put in a nice frame, hung it up, and invited my friend back over.
The fake diplomas were sold for novelty entertainment purposes and feeling good about whom I was, was all I was getting out of this. I wasn’t fudging anything or getting ahead, I just wanted to feel like somebody special. He looked it and thought it was 100% official. I had pulled it off!