Day #4 Sometimes I try to think about people who study patiently in university and try to imagine is it really worth it? I knew many people from top universities and from the low range university, and if I do not know who is from which one, I would never determine it. Of course, there is some university where really intelligent people are studying, but in common life, they do nearly the same job as do people who were graduated in my university which are not very high class. This difference is even more significant if we compare university from different countries. I know a couple of people who have finished graduate programs in middle-class European universities, I also read some master thesis from top universities, and I’m not sure that my graduate thesis was weaker. There are some flaws in it, as I knew now, but generally, it was not bad. The problem, which I think is most important is that the thesis is not a marker of the education program, and it does not show anything about what a person has been studying for 3, 4 or even 5 years. More important is that success in the study is not correlated with success in life. Perhaps, it is right for middle-level universities, or only for my country. I remember one scene; it was in Germany a few years ago. I have a short-term internship in one university during my PhD program. There was an English teacher, who was an English man who married German women and come with her in her country. He knew that I’m a PhD candidate, and in one dialog he tried to convinced me that I’m intelligent because I’m a PhD candidate. He asked me “Do you more intelligent than a cashier in a supermarket?”, I answered “No”. I felt that I want to add something, but he looked at me like I’m an idiot, and changed a topic. The reason for his look is that he was really proud that he has a master’s degree from a middle range German university, and he felt that it is a great achievement. I think it is not an achievement, it is rubbish. But, do you know why I answered “no” at his question? I did not know it then, but I understood it a little bit later. I remember my first boss. He was a director of a small company, in which only 5 people had been working. This man was the father of my good friend. He was an engineer for the whole of his life. The Engineer. One time this word means a lot. Maybe many have certificates, but only a few can really be one of them. He also was a PhD. He had developed a design method fo