We all come to college for one main and very vital reason: a degree. Sure the parties aren’t too shabby and having the freedom from our parents for once is a breath of fresh air, but we are all really just going through the motions until they place that crisp parchment in our hands that says “College Graduate.”
We suffer through endless lectures, awkward group projects, and days where we can only survive off of coffee and sour patch kids. We put ourselves through these struggles so that once we get out of this place we will have a job and a well-stocked bank account. However, there is one degree that has a different goal in coming to college. This, my friends, is called an M.R.S. degree.
Surely we’ve all heard girls say that their plan is to marry rich and make a fulfilling career out of being a stay at home mom/ trophy wife. These are the young ladies who explore the rode to getting an M.R.S. degree. In short, husband hunters. We finally got out of a time when women were the homemakers and not the bread earners.
“Why do you want to take us back to that time? Help a modern girl out!” I don’t know about you, but the “go make me a sandwich” jokes are getting old. Honestly though, why go through the pains of countless years of schooling to just sit at home and look pretty for a husband? Although I'm sure he doesn't complain about that too much. Who wouldn't want to come home to a clean house, warm meal on the table and something pretty to look at?
How do we spot a girl pursuing her M.R.S. degree? The law library is a good place to start. They hide out in places where the men have a good chance of earning some future cash to support their beautiful wives. Engineers, you better watch out, the women are on the prowl.
Boys have you ever been introduced to a cute girl and you think everything is going great, you’re flirting, she’s touching your arm a bit, your jokes are going over so amazingly that your starting to think your a comedic genius, then suddenly she slips away after hearing your major? You just had yourself and encounter with a prowling M.R.S. student.
To all the M.R.S. majors I would just like to wish you a good luck on your endeavors and I pray to God you have a backup plan. To all the single boys out there, don’t start getting spooked away from girls asking your major now. We aren’t all pursuing an M.R.S. degree.
