By Oma Nwabudike '17
I know exactly how Alice felt when she fell into the rabbit hole. I walked right into it a month ago on the first day of orientation. It was almost as exciting as it was scary to meet 600 strangers.If I had to describe that day in one word, I’d choose “intense”. I’d always assumed Booth’s intense reputation was over-hyped until I received my single-use rain poncho and realized nothing as small as rain would deter us from completing all the activities for the day.
Just when I was getting used to long lectures that went on and on till I was convinced I knew more about Booth than David Booth, we had to go to Wisconsin for LOR. The first and most important activity - which somehow got missed in the itinerary - was finding your room. It was similar to Alice’s caucus race: there are no rules, participants walk haphazardly in all directions and everyone wins or at least gets to a room they can use. I’m probably never going to get a chance to jump off a shaky ledge and crawl through a net on the same day again but I can proudly say I’ve done it now. I also had to go through an awkwardly uncomfortable improv class and I have a ridiculous poem to prove it.
Coming to business school, I was told my life would become a triangle of academics, career and socials. Now that I’m here, I know it is not just any kind of triangle but an obtuse triangle with the chunk of my time being spent on academics. Has anyone else noticed that it is really easy to follow the discussions and the examples in class but the homework is more complicated than the trying to play croquet with a flamingo?
Speaking of academics, I’ve never seen anyone as enthusiastic or passionate about accounting as Prof. Soffer. If I can borrow half of that enthusiasm for recruiting, I should be able to get into all the companies I apply to. Assuming I can put my resume back together from the total decimation it has been receiving in the past couple of days. It took me over a month to put it together. Unfortunately, it only took 15 minutes to shred the first time and it takes progressively shorter amounts of time to repeat the shredding process. I know it’s “for my own good” but really! Someone needs to start a business preparing resumes for business school students - you can thank me later.
Luckily, there is TNDC to forget about my resume worries for a while. The alcohol may not be free and there may be more people per square meter than some cities but the music will be loud enough to banish any serious thoughts. I’d like to outsource my cover letter writing to the team that writes the TNDC emails, those things are works of art that should hang somewhere - not in Harper but somewhere.
Oma is a first year Boothie who spends her day catching-up to almost everything and repeats it the next day.