In the mystical cauldron of higher learning lies the secret to ceremonial completion, whispered by professors past and present, crafted with humor and ingenuity: The Graduate Potion.
Brewed with:
- A dash of student debt, aged in anxiety for a year.
- Three drops of caffeinated resilience, harvested under the moonlit nights of finals week.
- Full-bodied confidence, bottled during presentations gone spectacularly well (or not at all).
- A sprinkle of unemployable wisdom from existential rants.
- Laughter-imbued tears, crystallized from all-nighters and thrilling escapades.
Pour a shot, swirl, and stare deeply into the swirling abyss of enlightenment. Kaleidoscope visions of job offers you didn't apply for, and hear the echo of deadlines you never met, turning into mere suggestions.
*Side effects may include unsolicited advice from distant relatives and a sudden urge to organize your bookshelf by the Dewey Decimal System.*