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呵呵，看完楼主的发帖很奇怪的感觉。一开始就很关注楼主的帖子，还附带着猜了一下楼主换ID上CD的动机，隐隐感觉一个超级大牛就要诞生了。 却惊讶中发现楼主就这样宣布自己的申请结束了——好像虎头蛇尾的剧本。 Top 10 算什么呢，Top 3 又算什么呢。他们不过是找人填一个一个的坑。也许你的实力很强，可能profile 不太适合填坑的标准吧。不要把面试官恭维的话放在心上，那都是随口说的; 也不要反复回味面试中自己并不存在的失物，那些也不关键。像你一样，离开Yakowitz, 我就想着What a fool I am to say I speak french but cannot answer her questions in french. What a fool I am to ask "You do about ten people a day?" when I actually mean "you interview ten people a day". I even saw her frawning eyebrows after such prominent errors. Anyway these are all trivial. 凭我的直觉你绝对是qualified。就像我知道许多人包括自己都是qualified. 看透了这个dirty game，其实并没什么的。 想起跟一个朋友谈起我今年要去读MBA了，她的一句话，Wharton 算什么呀。虽然听着刺耳，却让我时刻警醒，其实很多牛人并不需要MBA。无论adcom 怎样决定，你还是自己，你的实力和梦想你自己最明白。 我也走过楼主这样的心路，但是确是相反的思想感悟。 祝你一路走好，凯撒的一句我最喜欢：Veni,vidi,vici. IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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发表于 2008-3-31 23:57:00
所有的结束都是另一种的开始，good luck to MM in finding your如意郎君
