Ever since "The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists" by Neil Strauss men have been relentlessly negging women at bars. That's right: women nag, and now men neg. Don't know what I'm talking about? Don't worry, you're about to get a crash course on how to seduce dim-witted women with low self-esteem.
Ok, ok... so you survived the first few weeks of school. You met people you can just about have a conversation about non-Booth related things without it being awkward. You can navigate the Kovler Salad Bar with a precision known only to German engineers. You managed to - in spite of the warnings not to - pick up a free lunch from the classroom level once or twice.
I have been a Booth student for a couple of months now, and have enjoyed my time thus far. That being said, I would like to share a couple of random thoughts with you that have possibly crossed your mind as well. Why doesn't the entire city know that Chicago Booth is the new name for the business school? Seriously, having to explain to people why they should be impressed completely defeats the point of telling them.
Seems like there's always something to moan about. Last week: the sheer number of emails. This week: the quiet study lounge is anything but. Well, the first moan is an easy one to solve. Press delete. Anyone who still has a case of Fear Of Missing Out needs to chug a bottle of Jack and get over themselves.