Primera Impresión

First impressions are strange beasts. I’m not too good at wrangling with ’em, but I’ve somehow managed to pull off a couple of smooth rides. For some odd reason the people I’ve met find me to be an upbeat, cheery, festive person. I’m laughing out loud as I write this. And here I thought a prerequisite of getting in to a top-shelf MBA program was the ability to read personalities. Oh, how deluded my future classmates are.

There’ve also been a few losses, and though I’m not too stressed about these, I am genuinely shocked at how utterly tasteless a few of these have been. Luckily, I haven’t had the pleasure of associating many of these pleasant folk (yet), though some of the stories I’ve heard are pretty disturbing. If an iota of the hearsay that has passed through my ears is to be believed, a notable handful of INSEADers hold a First/Summa Cum Laude/Super-Duper Gold Star degree from the Bobby Fischer School of Social Ineptitude.^TM

Despite the punks, and Mother Nature, who seems to think that Fontainebleau finally deserves a role as England In January, things are looking up. Yeah, I know; it pains me to write it, just as much as it shocks you to read it. So in order to temper that sliver of hope, I present you with a lovely quote that I was fortunate enough to have been in earshot to hear in the near past.

“You’re too cynical to love.”

 

Orientation starts on Monday. Game on.