The side with the simplest uniforms wins.
The intensity has picked up, and many of us are falling into a grind of stress and discouragement, while others seem to be cruising along happily. Spent the weekend in Paris with Karin, at her unheated, cold water-less apartment, thanks to Gaz de France and their moron service techs. Her call last night, telling me they’d failed to turn on the gas yet again, when I was in the middle of an overtired, flu-riddled, stressed group project that nobody had thought of until the last minute and my shitty reaction to it didn’t help much.
Seems like our whole section is miserably ill, coughing and hacking and sniffling. I have a bit of a problem with the strong emphasis on YOU MUST NOT MISS CLASS and the lack of alternatives for someone who really should spend the day at home, nursing a cold. Note to self, talk to dean Fatas about more consistent publishing of study materials. It doesn’t really help anyone, having 70 miserably ill people constantly infecting each other..
We’ve put a group together to run for student council; improvised and last-minute though our effort has been, like most things here, we at least managed to knock together a pretty credible effort. Even considering that the (small) group of interested students that attended the presentations last night seemed to consist mainly of the other team’s shills.
INSEAD Impact!
Juggling that with the entrepreneurship club will be fun.
What put a damper on the fun was that our “no bullshit” logo seems to have been a bit unfortunately timed, what with Merrill Lynch visiting on Friday; best get cracking on removing all of our flyers before then. Even worse, Sandra from career services, whom I respect tremendously, took me aside and gave me a right flaying for what they perceive as an open attack on everything Career Services has done. There’s a lot of room for improvement, but ripping them to shreds wasn’t our intent, nor was it seen as such by our colleagues. Time for some damage control.
Fall has set in, time marches on, and I can’t count the number of classmates who have given up on even trying to cover all of their homework. If there is such a thing as settling into a rhythm of stress and overwork, we’re doing it. Even the party scene has died down a bit as of late, with the P4 students taking most of the social scene initiative. Onwards, light brigade.