The roller coaster...backwards

MBA Life. mba LIFE. MBA life. No matter how you look at it, this is not normal. Starting with a bang, a bit of lull in between, suddenly picking up, and then passing away as another faded pedagogue, up there with other pleasant memories like high school, first kiss, undergraduate (slighly different order if you ended up doing engineering...but thats a different story..another post another day)

First term first day...I meet my batchmates from all over the world...the smooth south americans, the pretty east europeans, polite english, blunth americans, apologetic japanese, smoking Italians, and desis, desis, and yet more desis. We get scared by the thought of the internship milk rounds in the coming term, busy with the core courses, drunk at the local pub, make friends, socialize and network. And study just a wee bit (Am sure my study group can vouch for that)

And then milk round starts..and we get even more scared, stop studying, and do some serious drinking. And then the hangover job searches of the next term. And then internship..finally get to do real jobs and dont really like them or pretend to like them and then back to skewl (same as So Cool School..or so kewl school or just skewl).

And now we back to school, milk round, job hunt, networking, applications, class readings, lectures, examinations, tattoo, and other stuff