Our first real assignment is to read “The World is Flat” in preparation for a faculty led discussion during orientation. It is an incredibly eye-opening read that has influenced how I analyze new opportunities. I first read it six months ago, and re-read some key chapters this afternoon. This evening, I spent a couple hours refining my views concerning the book, in preparation for the discussion.
Then something dawned on me, it’s Saturday night.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m older now or that my expectations for graduate school are higher, but this Saturday night is exactly the opposite of the weekend before classes my freshman year of undergrad. In 1993, I was a 17 year old kid making the rounds of all the cool parties trying, but mostly failing, to impress some girl. I hadn’t thought about buying my books, let alone reading them.
Fast forward 15 years. As I drove past campus last night, I couldn’t help chuckling at the “kids” blasting their music out of apartment windows as they attempt to engage in immature mating rituals; just as I did.
Is this sad or amusing? Either way, I just hope I don’t turn into Ralph Furley. If you know who that is, you’re old enough to understand where I’m coming from. If you don’t, then be kind to me; didn’t your mom teach you to respect your elders.
