From what I can imagine, graduating is a funny thing. You leave four years of study behind and replace it with a dramatic cape, a dubiously symbolic hat and a scroll. But not even. You don’t even get to keep the cape and hat. What kind of deal is that? From what I have learned from my graduate friends, you also leave without a clue – a notion – of where in the name of God to … [Read more...] about Confessions of a Provisional Driver