Graduation

My husband and I attended our first MBA graduation in June, 1997, five months after our son had entered the school. We observed giddy adults hugging everyone in sight, swearing that MBA had saved their children's lives and restored the joyful, curious, promising children they once had. Then the students stepped on the stage to thank MBA and their parents for sticking with them, seeing their potential, and making them live up to that potential.

"Yeah, sure," I thought. "As if MBA can work miracles."
"Blatant manipulation," my husband said.
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