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September 04, 2002 First Day of School / The Kids Are Out to Play There's something fundamentally wrong about the first day back at a business school. No one's thinking about education, really. Even the hardcore nerds aren't into grades, because even for them, it's not the end-all. The nerves, though, pop left and right. Because it's job hunting season, and the market isn't very favorable. It's pretty bloody, in fact. And the thrill of a breakdown is in the air. Morgan Stanley is on campus today. One doesn't have to guess that the room will be packed, lines in the back, with sweat permeating through the air but lacking its own smell: This is business, after all. You've gotta smell nice. And look good. Clad in Banana Republic, the national anthem is ignored. No one cares about freedom, it's the corporate slave status they seek. It's a grand place to be. I used to think this was cool. In fact, to some degree, the idea of being a corporate hotshot a few years down the road, with a nice apartment on the Upper West Side filled with IKEA furniture and the deathly stench of yuppie-dom sounds quite appealing. But the thought of that life drags you down. It's not that it's not a bad goal, even if it's trendy or greedy, but rather that going down that path against your own self is no good. In the end, if you're not happy, what's the point? I have two accounting classes, one finance and one economics. Also, somehow, I ended up at the wrong school (very much on purpose) and am taking a class related to large-scale electronic publishing. Let's hope it's worthwhile, as my tuition for this semester alone hit $20,000 and change. You know, I think it's very simple. I want to make something pretty. I want to make you smile. And I just want to be happy. Word to your mother. « It's So Messy, You Sure He Cleaned It Up? | Someone Choose Who's Left and Who's Leaving » | |||