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Dear Class of 2017: 致2017年毕业的你： Allow me to be the first one not to congratulate you. Through exertions that—let's be honest—were probably less than heroic, most of you have spent the last few years getting inflated grades in useless subjects in order to obtain a debased degree. Now you're entering a lousy economy, courtesy of the very president whom you, as freshmen, voted for with such enthusiasm. Please spare us the self-pity about how tough it is to look for a job while living with your parents. They're the ones who spent a fortune on your education only to get you back— return-to-sender, forwarding address unknown. 请允许我成为第一个不对你说“恭喜”的人。在过去几年中，你们中的大多数努力地在各种并不实用的课程中为了一个看得过去的成绩而徘徊奋斗。老实说，这并不是什么值得夸耀的事情。现在在这糟糕的，拜你们大一时投票选出的总统所赐的经济环境下，你们要离开学校了。重回父母家住下，还要同时开始寻找并不好找的工作，这不是一件容易的事儿。毕竟你的父母是曾经在你身上给予厚望，而他们现在更像是拿着没能寄出去的邮包的发件人，且无从得知这个邮包接下来该往哪儿发去。 No doubt some of you have overcome real hardships or taken real degrees. A couple of years ago I hired a summer intern from West Point. She came to the office directly from weeks of field exercises in which she kept a bulletproof vest on at all times, even while sleeping. She writes brilliantly and is as self-effacing as she is accomplished. Now she's in Afghanistan fighting the Taliban. | 
