A son of my mother’s friend is a Master of Business Administration. I’m just tired of listening to the stories how good he is. And my mother begins to chew the fat rag on me, that I am not as good as he is. I know that fellow perfectly well, and I know that if there were not the MBA essay writers, he would not have been able to finish the first course. He is not of a kind to do the research, then write a paper and get a high point for it. He was not born to be the writer, and writing is one of the major disciplines in our university. So, mom, I am a good student!

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