Level and Diploma

     It's difficult to answer whether skill or diploma is more important for an individual. Especially in China today, a diploma is practically a passport and a stepping stone; without it, one is rejected early on. Skill is undoubtedly important, but someone with a high-level diploma but lacking significant skill can often be valued and used, even temporarily or for a long time. Here, I'm not referring to the fake diplomas that were once rampant, but genuine, high-quality ones. Let's set aside the issue of fake diplomas for now; the "diploma" discussed below has nothing to do with "fake."

    Diplomas are like clothes, coming in all shapes and sizes; while skill is like oneself, varying in appearance and appearance. As the saying goes, "clothes make the man," and an expensive, beautiful garment certainly adds confidence and prestige. However, if the garment doesn't fit well, it can appear artificial and awkward. A person with unique temperament and style, a fit physique, and a beautiful face will radiate charm even in a swimsuit, attracting more attention and winning favor!

    Therefore, each of us should first pay attention to exercise and beauty, making ourselves perfect before learning the art of dressing, and then finding the most suitable and unique clothes to wear with a distinctive style, winning heartfelt applause! No one wants to appear in front of others in tattered clothes, but the desire for good health is even more coveted! Isn't it more pitiful to have a lot of beautiful clothes but be plagued by illness and bedridden? It would be better to voluntarily donate them, showing that one is quite compassionate!

    After much thought, summarizing, people in the world can be divided into four classes based on their "level and qualifications":

    Class 1: High level and high qualification;

    Class 2: High level but no high qualification;

    Class 3: No high level but high qualification;

    Class 4: No high level and no high qualification.

    The four classes are further divided into nine classes, which are formed by combining those with average, low, or no skills and those with average, low, or no diplomas. Of course, the lowest class is the useless person who has no skills or diplomas (like a person in a vegetative state, without any discriminatory meaning).

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