After consulting my highly trusted army of advisers, I’ve decided to get an MBA.
Yes, that’s right…the degree that I had ruled out since sophomore year.
Who are these advisers, you ask?
Who could possibly change [my] mind and make [me] question [my] sophomoric, sophomore-year decision?
The President? Dr. deGrasse Tyson? A Ninja Turtle?
A couple of science folk. One is a C-suite officer and the other is an entrepreneur.
They’re where I want to be, and their words carry weight.
My eyes have been opened.
It’s the Age of Enlightenment here at Green Eggs & Lab.
The science-MBA light shineth brightly.
Handeth me my Blu-Blockers and a giant visor.