I am glad too!
Yeah, the two engineering degrees I got in those six years just made me over confident!
Which makes me want to tell another funny story. While in college, this would be in the late '70s or earyl '80's, I got a job on a dairy farm. All I could find.
I bs'd the farmer that I knew my way around a dairy farm (I'd grown up in the CITY of Buffalo, NY). I can remember the first time I got down under a cow to wash her udders (maybe I will get my second censored word?). I remember being atavisticly scared, and thinking "man, they don't look this big from a car".
Anyway, besides milking there was plenty of shoveling of you know what involved in that job. I remember having an over-filled wheel barrow, and repeatedly running it into a curb in the barn, trying to get it up and out. I was failing repeatedly, and unbeknownst to me the farmer was watching from not too far away.
He came up, and not able to hide his disgust, pushed me aside, and turned the wheel barrow around, setting the legs on the top of the curb, and elegantly turning it 180 degrees. When he was finished, he said "I didn't need a master's degree to do that". (I must have shared my plans for grad school with him).
That experience was important for me. It taught me not to be too overconfident because of a couple of pieces of paper.