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May I have some recommendations for good quality life experience masters degrees that come with transcripts?

I realize the down-side to a life experience degree, but I find myself in need of an advanced degree for a job I am already doing in a foreign country (and have been doing for several years)...and I am completely unwilling to spend the money or effort on a traditional type of program. I need something within a few months. The diploma itself needs to look good. I need transcripts and the ability to have diploma and transcripts verified at least by mail (a fee would be expected). I would like to find a company/school that didn't blatantly advertise life experience degrees and had, as close as possible, the appearance of a traditional distance learning university or a brick and mortar school. In other words, I want it to be as close to a traditional degree as possible. I am more concerned with quality than expense. Thank you very much to anyone who offers an opinion...especially if you have personal experience with the company/school you recommend.

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1. Hi Yim, About the time I got into high school, I started noticing the way other people were living. I began to realize that I came from a clan of poor ingrates, breeding without concern of a pedigree. In lay terms, I was a simple S.O.B. I began to wonder, oh no, what in thee hell am I going to do? It took awhile to get a plan but then, one day I sold my mum for a hundred dollars to some young punk. I took that hundred and invested it into a ten-speed bicycle. OK, there was a king-pin who lived in the neighborhood. I didn't know his name but everyone called him, "Angel," and I got a job working for him to deliver envelopes around town. The cops were always cruising the streets and I had a fun time ducking into alleys and following my bike after heaving it over the chain linked fence. I finally figured out what was in the envelopes and I had enough cash saved up to try another line of work. But Angel wouldn't hear of it. He said, "You ain'ta gonna quit. See that fat guy over der? He gonna beat the crap outta ya dad if you do." If that wasn't enough to persuade me to stay he added, "See dat greasy looking guy over der? He gonna rape yer sista." So, I told Angel about my sister, how she'd been giving it up for a long time and, I already sold my mum, did he think I cared about what would happen to my dad too? Angel had another card up his sleeve and said, "See da girl over there, she gonna kill you and da worst pard of it is, dey won't be any pain." Yim, I must tell you now that I became very frightened. So much so that I went to the chief of police and fessed up with the entire story. As I finished, I told him I only wanted to get out. The chief replied smug and self assured, as he drawled, "Well ok, we'll try to hep ya." A few days passed and my routines returned to normal. I had forgotten what wheels I had set into motion and stepped outside one morning to notice that no birds were singing. None of the regular stray dogs were roaming the streets. A tumble weed bounced out of an alley. However, I became aware of some S.W.A.T. team members scoping me from behind trees and roof tops. Then, the chief of police entered the street with a posse of cruisers. They drew their service weapons on me as a captain approached with a set of handcuffs. The chief said, "Angel's gone, the fat guy's gone, the greasy guy is gone. And now, you're going to join them." The whole neighborhood got busted. As I looked out the back window of the cruiser I could see the bulldozers already beginning to level the block. I got sentenced away to perform hard labor. Taking turns between sweatshops, manual labor, milking cows, pipe irrigation. All the while always working side by side with cousins of inbreeds just like me. There is really no way out of this hell. The only moral to my story is,... You probably didn't read this far, did you? And, I could craft a diploma and print it from my computer if I thought I needed it. -Gabe