I don’t miss you MBA,
Although I think of you everyday.
I have loved, hated and nurtured you for three years,
Whilst all you have given me is more grey hairs!
I’m sure I’ll love you in the end,
After all, you did improve my lowly stipend.
Makes me think that ...
It's not easy to become a Master of Business Administration. Nor is it quick. You live with it day after day for a long time. Inspiration, perspiration and irritation often combine to produce an oscillating experience and a relationship that lifts you you up and drags you down. As you see the end did not come too soon for LittLivvy.
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