April Foolery, Etc.
During April Foolery (an SOM tradition that began, I believe, last year), an event is held every night of the month. Students participate in karaoke, bowling, and other activities. So far, I have only managed to make it to a few events, the Pub Crawl and the Internship Fund Auction among them. I had a blast at the Pub Crawl, but I ended up paying for it dearly the next morning ... at 7 a.m. ... on the floor of my bathroom. The Internship Fund Auction had a Pirate theme and was okay. Admittedly, I didn't stay long, so it may have been more fun as the night progressed and people became more intoxicated. I was also a little spoiled by last year's auction, when an entire cohort's existence was on the line. No eyepatch or hook hand or parrot could compete with that kind of drama and excitement.
Welcome Weekend came and went. I got to see very little of the Class of 2009. I heard from someone that they weren't the best looking group of people ... but then, the Class of 2007 is really the most attractive class in the school's history. Just look at the class photos that hang in Food For Thought ... or at the Class of 2008, which, for obvious reasons, doesn't have a class photo yet. Woof! (Sorry folks, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em.) Still, it would have been nice to meet the little buggers. (NOTE TO SELF: DO NOT PUBLISH THIS POST UNTIL AFTER DEPOSITS ARE DUE.)
While I'm not the biggest "joiner," it would have been nice to have done more this month. And I would have had I not been working on the school's Yearbook. As one of the people in charge of this very "high school"-esque publication ... and as one of the oldest people in my class ... I felt very much like Andrea from Beverly Hills 90210. Only without the glasses. And the curly hair. And the female reproductive organs. Still, I'm excited about its publication. I think it looks good. And I'm more than a little surprised by that given how much trust I had to place in others to do their share of the work and to do it well. I walk away from this experience realizing that the desire to micro-manage is very strong within me. Another area of development. Great. Like I don't have enough to fix.
Senioritis has definitely set in and so has the reality of the complications of moving to New York. It looks like I'll need to find a guarantor. But my parents would laugh at me if I asked them to cosign for an apartment. Hell, even I find it ridiculous. I'm in my thirties, for Pete's sake! Okay, back to my mantra: calm blue ocean ... calm blue ocean ...
P.S. I hope the Class of 2009 has a better sense of humor than the Class of 2008, whose members complained to the administration about Dr. Bad. They argued that what he was doing was unethical, which effectively brought an end to his antics. But it was all in good fun. The pranks were so obviously pranks, how could they not be funny in a "pathetic attempt" sort of way? Of course, if you've ever been to a party thrown by the Class of 2008, you'd know that its idea of fun is beer pong, beer pong, and more beer pong. Oh, yes. There are things I'll miss about the Class of 2008, but its beer pong obsession is not one of them.
Welcome Weekend came and went. I got to see very little of the Class of 2009. I heard from someone that they weren't the best looking group of people ... but then, the Class of 2007 is really the most attractive class in the school's history. Just look at the class photos that hang in Food For Thought ... or at the Class of 2008, which, for obvious reasons, doesn't have a class photo yet. Woof! (Sorry folks, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em.) Still, it would have been nice to meet the little buggers. (NOTE TO SELF: DO NOT PUBLISH THIS POST UNTIL AFTER DEPOSITS ARE DUE.)
While I'm not the biggest "joiner," it would have been nice to have done more this month. And I would have had I not been working on the school's Yearbook. As one of the people in charge of this very "high school"-esque publication ... and as one of the oldest people in my class ... I felt very much like Andrea from Beverly Hills 90210. Only without the glasses. And the curly hair. And the female reproductive organs. Still, I'm excited about its publication. I think it looks good. And I'm more than a little surprised by that given how much trust I had to place in others to do their share of the work and to do it well. I walk away from this experience realizing that the desire to micro-manage is very strong within me. Another area of development. Great. Like I don't have enough to fix.
Senioritis has definitely set in and so has the reality of the complications of moving to New York. It looks like I'll need to find a guarantor. But my parents would laugh at me if I asked them to cosign for an apartment. Hell, even I find it ridiculous. I'm in my thirties, for Pete's sake! Okay, back to my mantra: calm blue ocean ... calm blue ocean ...
P.S. I hope the Class of 2009 has a better sense of humor than the Class of 2008, whose members complained to the administration about Dr. Bad. They argued that what he was doing was unethical, which effectively brought an end to his antics. But it was all in good fun. The pranks were so obviously pranks, how could they not be funny in a "pathetic attempt" sort of way? Of course, if you've ever been to a party thrown by the Class of 2008, you'd know that its idea of fun is beer pong, beer pong, and more beer pong. Oh, yes. There are things I'll miss about the Class of 2008, but its beer pong obsession is not one of them.
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