Thus remarked a wise old second-year in reference to rookie efforts to land internships. Why? Because of rumours abounding about the guerrilla warfare ensuing in the internship jungle, the rough tactics of some overjealous/overzealous banker rambos (or bambos as I like to call them), the overconfidence of the multi-offer bazuking overachievers, the shear blind panic gripping the hearts of the wounded, leaving them in a state of cardiac arrest as the darkness began to engulf them and the walls began to close in.
- People that complain that GSB events are at places with expensive drinks, then choose to drive around in their new BMW (I told you I would say this if you didn't contribute). - Café: Coffee is weak and there is never enough Diet Coke. A school based on economics should have good coffee and be able to predict demand for Diet Coke (not caffeine free).
Hard to believe that it was a year ago. As I settled into my evening class, I felt different. I was wearing a suit and was oddly aware that my phone could ring at any moment. In violation of class etiquette, I had kept my cell phone turned on. Just a few hours ago, I had interviewed with a consulting firm (let's call them McDaddy for confidentiality) and was promised a call the same day.
To All GSB First Years: Remember your life at this time last year? It certainly wasn't filled with mid-terms, internship recruiting, or juggling your academic obligations with every facet of your life. Instead, you were probably going through the challenging process of picking an MBA program.