Debit four points in accounting, credit new perspective on life
Grace Kim, WWG'08
Issue date: 10/16/06 Section: Perspectives
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As the first quarter comes to a close, with an abundance of free time on my hands (actually, I'm just procrastinating writing the TAP paper), I began to reflect on my experience thus far at Wharton. It has only been two months since Dean Harker first welcomed the class of '08 on a sweltering Wednesday morning in Koo Plaza, but those lovely, lazy days of pre-term, a whir of late nights at Monkey Bar and cat naps in MGEC, seem a distant memory. In fact, I find myself wondering, was there really life before the endless deadlines, EIS mania and four hours of sleep? Or how, in light of the uncertainty of the effect of GND on my potential to find a job after graduation, at the age of 28 I am obsessing over the four points on the ACCT exam that I feel were wrongfully taken away from me for what I deemed to be a poorly phrased question. I struggle to keep up. Gone are the days of planning ahead. I find myself simply trying to get through each day with no time to worry about the next until I get home. Outside of my cohort and learning team, much of my interaction has been reduced to the hurried smile or wave in the halls of Huntsman on the way to class. This all leads to the most important question...did I make the right choice in coming back to school?
A year ago, I was living in New York City, jobless and wandering the streets, seeking (or at least pretending to seek) answers to life's big questions. Prior to this, I had been working in banking for five years, tired and unsatisfied but too busy and focused to think about a real exit strategy. As each year went by, I had hollowly convinced myself that my goal of working in non-profit was just a few more years away, but deep down I had known that I was lying to myself every time I said this. It was not until a medical condition caused me to take time off from work in the spring of 2005 that I was forced to think about the direction of my life. At the time, however, I was still convinced that I was only taking some time off to get better physically and would return to work in a matter of months, so most of my soul searching efforts were shallow and futile.
A year ago, I was living in New York City, jobless and wandering the streets, seeking (or at least pretending to seek) answers to life's big questions. Prior to this, I had been working in banking for five years, tired and unsatisfied but too busy and focused to think about a real exit strategy. As each year went by, I had hollowly convinced myself that my goal of working in non-profit was just a few more years away, but deep down I had known that I was lying to myself every time I said this. It was not until a medical condition caused me to take time off from work in the spring of 2005 that I was forced to think about the direction of my life. At the time, however, I was still convinced that I was only taking some time off to get better physically and would return to work in a matter of months, so most of my soul searching efforts were shallow and futile.
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