How do working mothers get into Peking University Guanghua MBA?

Or completely grandiose, let's start from ten years ago. Looks like our fate is longer. At that time, I was a senior three, doing Chinese reading in the self-study class. I remember that article described the beautiful scenery of Yan Garden. I did it and started crying. There is a joke in Weibo: "When I was a child, I often wondered whether it was better to go to Tsinghua or Peking University. When I grew up, I discovered that I really thought too much. " That's how I felt at the time. Every child grew up in a familiar place, and when he grew up, he found that it was actually a hundred thousand miles away from himself and became a place he couldn't even think about. A year later, the weather was pitiful, and I was admitted to the philosophy department of Sun Yat-sen University. I was ecstatic, full of humility, grateful for everything, and temporarily forgot Peking University. After two years, I probably have a good foundation in English, so I can communicate in NUS. Half a year in Singapore is very hard and hard. But after all, it is the top 20 school in the world, which makes me feel that I really want to embrace the whole world. Since then, my expectations for myself have been much higher. I began to apply for insurance research in 2006. Everyone in our dormitory has the tacit understanding of postgraduate entrance examination. Peking University, Fudan University, Beijing Normal University ... everyone is proud. I applied for the philosophy department of Peking University. It was also at this time that I met my husband, Tsinghua engineering male. At that time, I yearned for the lifestyle that I cared about most, and he was also experiencing it. So I admire him very much. Then I almost became the least diligent person in the dormitory. At the beginning, I said that if I could go to Peking University by memorizing all these philosophy books, I would recite them. It turned out that this was not the case at all. In fact, I still don't know how to thoroughly digest the philosophical thoughts of so many gods in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, and then take standardized closed-book exams to win more than a dozen places in the first university. I spent a lot of time on English subjects, but for specialized courses, I have been expecting miracles. Finally, he died miserably. English and politics have crossed the line, and western philosophers and China philosophers are confused. Our dormitory was destroyed and we cried. I have to follow my roommate Panny to Beijing to find a job. I probably think that professionals like us want to do something related to culture and have more opportunities in Beijing. But it seems that I have missed the golden period of all recruitment and hit a wall everywhere. Finally, Panny felt that a liberal arts double-degree student without any internship experience was very small in Beijing, and she decided to continue her graduate studies through adjustment. Later, he became Dr. Meng Mei of the National People's Congress, and now he stays in Japan. I continue to look for a job in Beijing. I think it's quite fresh to get out of the book sea of postgraduate entrance examination and break into a new world in society. I don't know if I still have fate with Peking University, or if I still have feelings for Peking University. It happened that I rented a small house opposite the south gate of Peking University. While looking for a job, I wrote my graduation thesis in the library of Peking University, and actually got an A. But what? I still can't find a job with a professional threshold in the imperial city. When people ask about any real internship experience, they can only prevaricate and regret why they thought they should have finished their postdoctoral studies all the way, but they were too lazy to find an internship. They don't know that job seekers have no work experience, and it's nonsense to say that they think too much. Finally, I met a senior, who was introduced by my fellow brothers and appreciated by the editor-in-chief of the channel. I entered Sina and became a small editor. At first, I was very happy, because I found that my salary was higher than my salary in engineering male, Tsinghua, and the most important thing is what you do every day, the people you meet and the influence you have, which makes you feel like that in Beijing. This is an illusion that every screw on a big platform often has. Behind the beautiful illusion is working overtime every day, being on standby at any time, endless pressure, mental tension and frequent nightmares. In order to relieve the pressure, I went on a shopping spree and turned into moonlight, and my income was gradually surpassed by men and women in Tsinghua. The most important thing is that I have a feeling that my knowledge reserve has been hollowed out, especially when various work concepts conflict, when I can't well understand whether what I do is right or wrong in values, and when I don't know whether my occupation is the media or the gun of what department, I feel that I need more theoretical supplies. At that time, my desk was facing the window, and the window was facing the huge Peking University. Whenever I am overwhelmed by work, I feel a little embarrassed when I look up and see Boyata. At this moment, the university roommate went on and was admitted to the study of philosophy of the National People's Congress in World War II. My heart is beating. Open the long-lost postgraduate entrance examination forum, browse it, and finally lock in the communication department of Peking University. I didn't apply for philosophy again. First of all, I think that the problems in communication are only bits and pieces in my daily work, but my cultivation of philosophy is far from enough. Secondly, I don't like to repeat myself. I think I can at least learn some new theories in my new major. In order to prepare for the exam, I quit my job at Sina and went to Peking University and the National People's Congress every day. It was the post-Olympic era. You have to show your ID card to register when you enter Peking University, and you have to register every time you go to the library. From these small programs, I felt humble all the way. I am sitting in the classroom of Peking University, afraid of being recognized as an outsider. Walking on the campus of Peking University, I feel that buildings, lakes and lawns have all left me. I am just a passer-by. I remember attending a lecture in Tsinghua a few years ago. GG told me not to be afraid, saying that Tsinghua is the national Tsinghua. But I really can't have that realm. I didn't sign up for the remedial class, and now it seems a bit wrong. I just read professional books every day and read more than forty books in a row. Of course, English is still difficult. But it is still far from the life that pigs and dogs are not as good as. My heart is still too impatient and my time management ability is not enough. At the end of the year, my mother went to Beijing to take care of me and cook and make soup for me. But when she went out to have tea with her relatives in Beijing, she kept it a secret for me. I am ashamed to let everyone know that I am doing this stupid thing again. I think, in many people's minds, those who can study have gone abroad, those who have the ability have flourished in the workplace, and only those who fail will take the postgraduate entrance examination. As a result, I lost in World War II. This time, my score was higher than the philosophy exam, my English was good, and I passed politics, but I failed a professional course seriously, and my total score didn't even qualify for a second interview. I cried at home alone. A few days later, I went to Peking University to review my grades. Passing through the unnamed lake, the lake was calm, as if nothing had happened. After several months of classes, I have some sense of belonging and intimacy to this garden. Everything you see, hear and touch is so real that you finally forget that you are a guest and can't imagine what it would be like to fail the list. But it was not until I failed again that I found that I still missed myself too much. I don't know why I live like this. I was a good student when I was a child, but I lost myself on the road, just like having a good hand but playing at sixes and sevens. I don't know what else I can do. Start looking for a job again It seems that I can only continue to be a media. There are still many opportunities in the original circle, and other circles do not accept interviews. In this way, I interviewed almost six websites. Rejected all the proposals again. I think I need some new life and do something more professional. So I came to Shanghai and came to CBN. I also got married and had children. Life is not good enough, at least you can't lag behind others too much, and you should finish what you should do on time. Once I start a new life, it's easy for me to devote myself to it. At least I squeezed into the financial field, and there was infinite depth for me to explore. This feeling is quite good. Several roommates in those days also made great achievements in their studies. Mianmian entered Peking University, studied PhD with Daniel, and became the second "extinct teacher" in our dormitory. Eldest brother Ruth Mary went to China to study politics and law; Zushang not only started from securities, but also studied on-the-job research; And psjoe, such an unreliable screenwriter dream has come true. There are many things that philosophy girls can do, and our dormitory is not a loser dormitory! As for me, I am used to seeing all kinds of puzzling people in this concrete forest, and I still have some confidence in my workplace ability. But when I think of the past, I know that there is always such a threshold that I can't cross so far. I also know that there is still a world that is not as good as others. When I think about it, I can't be proud anymore. I don't talk to my family about reading any more. I know, I don't want to be entangled in exams year after year, like many exam masters, and gradually get out of touch with the outside world in order not to sacrifice my time in society. It's only a matter of time before I get into Peking University again. I will wait slowly. Why do I have to die with Peking University? I don't know. I have settled in Shanghai, and Fudan Jiaotong University has always been very good. But just like first love, the feeling of eternal amber cannot be dispelled. Finally, last year, a college student was admitted to CUHK's MBA. I began to observe this field. Many years ago, my father also studied this degree. I think this is a gold-plated project for corporate executives. But now I have to re-understand MBA education. I found that people like me who graduated in 1985 and worked for three or four years, hoping to make a qualitative leap in the workplace, are very common in Peking University's full-time MBA program. I decided to go on strike again.