I remember starting a new year of college as a gradual immersion process, with weeks passing by while professors made multiple introductory lectures, and we students slowly sorted out which classes we were taking, and which of those we actually needed to attend.
Business school's not like that. From day one our classes have been fast-paced and full of material. Plus, since before coming to Anderson I worked in marketing, the many quantitative classes in the fall curriculum are completely new to me.
Combine the course load with clubs, of which I've joined four, and on-campus recruiting events, which began last week, and the last couple weeks have been pretty much non-stop. I come home late and tired, with high-heel blisters and a stomachache from too much coffee.
I’ve made it harder on myself, too. My boyfriend and I are transplants from DC, where monthly rent on a parking spot can cost nearly as much as a new iPhone. So we moved to LA sans car, and have spent every free moment reading about car-buying, role-playing car salesman scenarios, and writing off $$ every day to the rent-a-car company. (Note to future Andersonites: move to LA with a car if you can.)
Last week, we finally bought a car. So this weekend, I finally relaxed. Three glasses of wine in and I started to realize, for the first time, that I’m really here and doing this. And I started talking.
And talking.
About how perfectly structured all those horrible quant classes are, so that each new piece of knowledge comes coupled with cases that perfectly illustrate exactly what you need those numbers for.
And about how much better my resume is already, after just one meeting with a counselor at our Parker Career Management Center (CMC.)
And about how thrilling it is to flip through The Economist and realize that not only are those fancy job ads targeted at ME (well, future me & fellow MBAs,) but the companies running them are coming to campus later this year, and the full force of Anderson is devoted to making sure I put my best foot forward when they do.
I talked for 30 minutes straight, which in introvert-years is nearly a lifetime.
I’m so excited to be here. It can be easy to forget when you’re sleepy and sore-footed, but already I can see that Anderson will offer me everything I hoped it would when I decided to move west. I'm excited to be here, and excited to share all my new experiences as a first-year with you.
I hope I still remember to be excited tomorrow, when three 6:20am alarms and a red bull wake me up for class.
--Tara Egan
Combine the course load with clubs, of which I've joined four, and on-campus recruiting events, which began last week, and the last couple weeks have been pretty much non-stop. I come home late and tired, with high-heel blisters and a stomachache from too much coffee.
I’ve made it harder on myself, too. My boyfriend and I are transplants from DC, where monthly rent on a parking spot can cost nearly as much as a new iPhone. So we moved to LA sans car, and have spent every free moment reading about car-buying, role-playing car salesman scenarios, and writing off $$ every day to the rent-a-car company. (Note to future Andersonites: move to LA with a car if you can.)
Last week, we finally bought a car. So this weekend, I finally relaxed. Three glasses of wine in and I started to realize, for the first time, that I’m really here and doing this. And I started talking.
And talking.
About how perfectly structured all those horrible quant classes are, so that each new piece of knowledge comes coupled with cases that perfectly illustrate exactly what you need those numbers for.
And about how much better my resume is already, after just one meeting with a counselor at our Parker Career Management Center (CMC.)
And about how thrilling it is to flip through The Economist and realize that not only are those fancy job ads targeted at ME (well, future me & fellow MBAs,) but the companies running them are coming to campus later this year, and the full force of Anderson is devoted to making sure I put my best foot forward when they do.
I talked for 30 minutes straight, which in introvert-years is nearly a lifetime.
I’m so excited to be here. It can be easy to forget when you’re sleepy and sore-footed, but already I can see that Anderson will offer me everything I hoped it would when I decided to move west. I'm excited to be here, and excited to share all my new experiences as a first-year with you.
I hope I still remember to be excited tomorrow, when three 6:20am alarms and a red bull wake me up for class.
--Tara Egan
