I am curious.
If you went to Walmart to the Cereal aisle and in every box of Cap’n Crunch there was a certified diploma in YOUR name from a five-star university, on expensive parchment then which one would you buy? The doctorate in medicine? Or maybe the Masters in Civil Engineering? Every box has a different degree, every single one of them suitable for framing, all you have to do is wipe off the sugar and cereal dust. Which one would you pick?
When you pay someone to do your work for you what you are saying is that the only thing that matters to you is the degree, a piece of paper, not the learning or the skill or the accomplishment that goes with it. You’re going to take your Degree, of which you will be very proud, since you paid $8.99 for that box of Cap’n Crunch and you are going to put it on the wall and you’re going to peddle yourself around to various employers as a Certified Master Civil Engineer because you have a piece of paper that says so. And then you’re going to get a Great High Paying Job and told to “build that bridge!” but you won’t know how to because the guy who wrote the paper is the guy who knows how to do the calculations required to make a bridge withstand the years of abuse and traffic without falling down and killing people. But it doesn’t matter because you have your Diploma on the wall. You’re Certified. It says so.
Achievement and accomplishment don’t come from a piece of paper. They come from doing the work. Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s tedious. Even when it Does Not Matter (to you). Because it DOES matter. All of it. If you buy that paper now, then in a couple of years you’re going to be buying off the inspector looking at your rickety bridge and shaking his head in disbelief.
If you cheat in small things you will cheat in large things.
Do. The. Fucking. Work.
Here’s an example of a guy who bought the paper “online” and only killed a few dozen people when the bridge he didn’t know how to build collapsed.