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It doesn’t quite feel like December 11, 1998.
That was a good day. I began my MBA in September of 1997, and it was hell from beginning to end. Four months in, we discovered my wife was pregnant with our first child. I did some fancy course juggling and directed study, taking a heap of classes all through the spring and …
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