That gasping sound is me coming up for air.
When I left you, I was but a learner. Now I am the master.
“A master of what?” you say.
“A master of the dark arts,” say I.
“The dark arts of what?”
“Um–okay…” I stammer. I haven’t thought this one through. “Just regular arts. A master of arts.”
Best part about completing a grad program? Getting to go home afterwards and watch TV in your underpants. Now you get to live with that image. Enjoy your evening.