I am officially an eighth of an MBA now... i am accordingly articulate, precise, tactful, busy, correct, and fashionably incorrect... Oh its just an eighth done... have a long way to go yet....
Now that the first round of grades has hit me, it is evident that any infinitesimal slacking will be brutally punished. You will have to live with the social stigma of being "below average".... And suddenly u realise, coincidentally ofcourse, that u aren't in an MBA school for grades! C'mon.. can u even be so naive? But ofcourse what it IS you are here for: thats a BIG secret... Dont let the cat outta the bag now.. someone else might steal ur thunder!
Now that also bring me to my life's ambition at this point in time "make average"... And if by luck, by some supreme chance i happen to hop over that much elusive line, then its time to bring out the champagne! The happiness is so unbearably HUGE that i simply have to start dancing the dance of the guinea pigs in the middle of the windy atrium (i like ta move it move it....physically fit....MOVE IT)...
U paid for this experience... to be among the sharpest, brightest peer group in the world... enjoy the joys and sorrows of it... sure, they average out too :)
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