I've known I was going to be a lowly high school coach since I was a little kid, so I got my degree from UT-Austin in Kinesiology (aka glorified PE). Once I graduated, I realized I wasn't ready to join "the real world" so I said fuck it, and went and got my Masters from a D2 school. I was lucky enough to work as a grad-assistant, and got it paid for. It was a joke, however, since I was always on the road scouting/recruiting/coaching I had to miss a lot of classes, so my professors basically gave me A's since they knew I was part of the basketball team. I'd just meet up with them when I could, bring a bottle of whiskey/gin/wine depending on their taste and bullshit with them over what I allegedly missed in class. Now that I'm working in the public school system, my Master's is earning me a whopping $1500 extra a year. I'm in the slow process of working to get my PhD because eventually I want to work my way up to being a Superintendent, but it looks like I'll actually have to go to these classes and earn my grade. Fuck that noise. For now, at least.