It’s always tough to say goodbye–and even tougher when the object of farewell is a fancy-free, mostly-inclusive orientation. But alas, the days of midweek bowling, free meals, and Yale-subsidized happy hours have come to a end, displaced by a long-anticipated but none-the-less surreal first week of classes. For me, at least the effect has been jarring. Who would have thought that the end of Orientation could be so disorienting?
But here I am, exactly 7 lectures into my SOM education and last week’s carefree bar-b-ques and beach trips seem as distant as Saturday mornings spent watching cartoons and downing Frosted Flakes. The Hall of Mirrors once jammed with hungry ice-cream lovers and sundae bars is now home to diligent first years, bent over Accounting texts and spreadsheets. We’ve already been assigned homework problems, problem sets and more reading than I’ve been able to keep track of without my planner; study group meetings are in full swing; and the CDO is already spouting the “R” word. (For those of you a bit more removed from B-School than I am, that’s recruiting). (more…)