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First Day of Serious Classes

Today has been the first day of serious classes. And you all may or may not ask, "How has it been, H?" and other variations questions. Well it depends -

On Cases & Classes - 
I like it a lot. I think, I am going to actually like my 'fluffy' classes quite a bit- LEAD (Leadership) and Maketing. We also looked at a case of Lapdesk, a for profit social enterprise in South Africa. I haven't been as concise and articulate as I wished to be during class. But, I will get there. I better as 50% of my grade is dependent on the quality of my comments. 

On Diversity of Classmates -
The sheer number of things my classmates have achieved in their 'personal' time was plain outstanding, their careers, I felt needed some room for diversity. Most had followed the consulting and private equity route, if not the IB and private equity route. So much so that I quickly realised that I was the exotic diversity candidate at Harvard, the 'poet'! Where are the promised chefs, the Olympic triathletes? Sure I have a section-mate who wrote Broadway musicals and another who was a surgeon. But we make a small motely band of "poets". 

On Everything Else -
Consulting is huge here. The first day, BCG clogged my mailbox with awesome umbrellas and a personalised note from the CEO. Not to be outdone, the second day, Bain & Company sent me(and all other RCs) super cool water bottles and email Ids of real people, urging me to contact them. That's all very flattering I am sure.  But it makes my search to tread the path lesser traveled rather challenging.  The array of social, club activities is staggering. The skys the limit. Being the old bore, I have opted out of all the bar-disco-club nights. But I fancy checking out plays in the Sanders Theater, making full use of the collection at Lemont and the archives at Widener across the river. I plan to go to university stand-up comedy and dance and plan to row or dance. If it's all free, that is, as I happen to be in a financial mess. 

It's only been 5 days, but I feel distant from my old life.     

Comments

Anonymous said…
Feel distant from your old life eh? don't worry. You shall quickly forget all behind as you move on. Its just been 1 week now. Give yourself a couple of weeks more...
15 Sept 2009, 15:44:00
Anonymous said…
I was just about to ask u to blog about ur B-school experiences and thoughts..and came to check ur blog to see u already did a post. Keep them coming!
akka
17 Sept 2009, 01:44:00
Incredibly Indian said…
Hon,

Its ok...good na, that life there is not the same as here ! wouldnt that have been a major disappointment...phew...crisis averted i say :)

Now smile, chin up...go find ur tree and ur book you want to read sitting under it.

Love

Niki
5 Oct 2009, 00:22:00
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