a funny leftover tidbit from this past thursday:
How To…Be a Stereotypical Whartonite
-my Mgmt 100 TA, Jared P. as communicated via Microsoft PowerPoint
Assume the attitude
You are better than everyone else
The College is for losers
$et for life upon graduation
“Greed is Good”
Third world countries are easily exploitable
Your self-worth is measured in $ (mil)
Money IS everything
Practice Social Darwinism
When others seek help, lead them astray
Beat the curve before the curve beats you
If anyone asks, you got a “C”
You are only here to get a job
Goldman, MSDW, JPM, CSFB, SSB, ML, BA
Exploit friends for their true value: connections
How many concentrations do you have?
(BA = Bank of America)
yay, i'm back! early as always. tonight after stouffer plus floor dinner of bulgogi and kimchee and chicken couscous and curry, i'm going to write the karen leary memo. eeehieevil. feeling very healthy as a result of the apple-cheeked mystic mystique and actually not regretting the opportunity cost of having left. i think i was on the low-road to getting a bit sick. then again i didn't stop by ny or even try, to see anand or danah b/c of extreme amtrak fatigue and confusion and whatever unnameable dullness that held me captive on the plush seat (granted i was definitely finishing les choses) doh! it's rilly funny. i talk to certain people and they have these lit allusions just blazingly on hand...all like "alpha chi rho? in their group pictures, all very a separate peace or like "yeah his window overlooks a wall. oh bartleby! oh humanity!" and they're not me. time for pulp and time for resharpening. time to stop regretting and taking everything 'personally' and just wanting everyone to be happy and charmed and impressed. wait! it's NEVER time to do any of those things! origami paranoia. which leads me to my next point. for some people, for some situations, i can't do anything but laugh. it's a hysteria outlet i think. i can't deal with misfortune or physical pain even my own without laughing. it's so obvious and so hard to control. like another thing, often overlapping with this syndrome is this tendency just to hear what people are saying and restate it back in some graceful turn. that's such bullshite. but what else is there to say? but laugh?
How To…Be a Stereotypical Whartonite
-my Mgmt 100 TA, Jared P. as communicated via Microsoft PowerPoint
Assume the attitude
You are better than everyone else
The College is for losers
$et for life upon graduation
“Greed is Good”
Third world countries are easily exploitable
Your self-worth is measured in $ (mil)
Money IS everything
Practice Social Darwinism
When others seek help, lead them astray
Beat the curve before the curve beats you
If anyone asks, you got a “C”
You are only here to get a job
Goldman, MSDW, JPM, CSFB, SSB, ML, BA
Exploit friends for their true value: connections
How many concentrations do you have?
(BA = Bank of America)
yay, i'm back! early as always. tonight after stouffer plus floor dinner of bulgogi and kimchee and chicken couscous and curry, i'm going to write the karen leary memo. eeehieevil. feeling very healthy as a result of the apple-cheeked mystic mystique and actually not regretting the opportunity cost of having left. i think i was on the low-road to getting a bit sick. then again i didn't stop by ny or even try, to see anand or danah b/c of extreme amtrak fatigue and confusion and whatever unnameable dullness that held me captive on the plush seat (granted i was definitely finishing les choses) doh! it's rilly funny. i talk to certain people and they have these lit allusions just blazingly on hand...all like "alpha chi rho? in their group pictures, all very a separate peace or like "yeah his window overlooks a wall. oh bartleby! oh humanity!" and they're not me. time for pulp and time for resharpening. time to stop regretting and taking everything 'personally' and just wanting everyone to be happy and charmed and impressed. wait! it's NEVER time to do any of those things! origami paranoia. which leads me to my next point. for some people, for some situations, i can't do anything but laugh. it's a hysteria outlet i think. i can't deal with misfortune or physical pain even my own without laughing. it's so obvious and so hard to control. like another thing, often overlapping with this syndrome is this tendency just to hear what people are saying and restate it back in some graceful turn. that's such bullshite. but what else is there to say? but laugh?