As the saying goes Jeeps, you finish your bachelor’s and you think you know everything, your master’s and you realize you know nothing, your doctorate and you realize no one else knows anything either.
For many of us, it’s closing in on the end of the line and you may or may not be bumping up to the realization that in spite of all your efforts this year, you really have no concept as to what you’ve learned, almost as tragic as Anton Lubchenko’s despair at having majored in communications: “I know! Is phony major. Lubchenko learn nothing. Nothing!”
