It's official: Do or Die time is upon us.

I have less than 48 hours to prepare for the finance midterm.
For reasons still unknown to me, I am caring more about this class than any classes before it. It could be the prof. He makes fun of people for going to the bathroom, and has yelled at me for blowing bubblegum bubbles. He routinely calls people out for using cell phones during class, and makes me feel like a complete idiot when I answer his questions incorrectly.

I wonder: Do the other students admire a prof more when he takes, and gives, absolutely no bullshit in a class?

That, my friends, is the fastest way to my heart: call me out for being a fool. No lie.

But enough of that. I am writing here instead of feverishly cramming for this exam. That has to tell you something....

In other interesting news - I played net in a hockey tournament this weekend. It consisted of three games, basically back-to-back, and a shittonne of drinking. Considering the fact that, before last weekend, I had not played between the posts in over 5 years.... our three losses in a row could have been much worse.
HOWEVER. If a loose groin is a happy groin, mine is about to commit suicide.

"I take life by the fistfuls"

in case you're curious...

I pulled off my first b-school all-nighter today.

I am very, very tired.

Did I let you down?

I tried to do my part for my school...
I ran for President of the Graduate Business Council.

I lost.

Because of Facebook.

Yes, I tried to give my all for my classmates, both current and incoming. I had a great platform. I had real, achievable goals that would improve everyone's time here. My competition was not as clear. Of the three of us, I was the only one that had experience with this type of work. One of the tow competitors was shipping overseas for the summer. The other candidate was down right hostile towards the school and virtually unknown to the student body.

Can you guess who won?

But here's the real dirty secret: I lost the position because a competitor complained about the most insignificant thing EVER, and I had votes taken away. It's interesting to think that the penalty actually represents the elections committee taking away somebody's voice.
You can disqualify me, but don't take away another students right to be heard.


Fucking Facebook...

I am not a bear.

Trust Me.

I don't think I told you, but 8 of us have managed to pull together a pretty killer '601' group. I find this fact to be particularly fantastic because I will be spending a very, very large amount of time with these 8 people in the near future, and if I have only one request for next year, it's that I have no lame duck groups.


I hate lame ducks.

Watchmen Widget

I thought you should know -

It's internship season.

People are starting to go crazy.

I have not yet applied to anything.

it sneaks up on you.

The last time I wrote to you was around 3 months ago.

I believe that to be a good indication of how much work is going into this endeavor. As the title may suggest - I was not expecting this.

My business school fantasies included wine and cheese parties every day, preceded by business lunches and better yet - business breakfasts. I completely expected, and welcomed, a requirement for a jacket and tie every day in class. I also expected a job to be handed to me on a silver platter...

While I have not given up on the last fantasy, this experience has been very, very different.

But please don't misunderstand: I love B-School. It has been a fantastic amount of fun so far... it's just that it's been so much more work than I expected. And I shit you not - some of these kids wear sweatpants to school. I think the last time I wore sweatpants (in public, at least) was in the 8th grade. That was in 1993.

I am going to run for Student Government. It's not that I love student politics, it's that I love students. I'm beginning to realize that the students are almost the only reason I came back to this black hole of constant work and no sleep...

It's a good thing I have some wicked awesome classmates.