Can anyone else not believe it’s September 1st? Seems like yesterday I was debating whether or not I really needed to bring the rice steamer I’ve never used to Boston (I did) and today I’m actually in Boston enjoying Labor Day hot dogs! Up on the to-do list this week: nail more interviews, attend a Great Gatsby-themed party, celebrate Julie’s birthday, move in to our apartment, and charm my way through dinner with some HBS students who refer to themselves as “The Chilean Mafia”. That to-do list looks A LOT different than a to-do list of mine I found while packing two weeks ago…all items were crossed off on it except for “clean poop off floor of 2nd bedroom”. Which reminds me, Juicy probably has a remote blog she’d like to post soon.
So our move-in date is this Thursday and we’ve never seen the inside of our new home. We have seen these nice floor plans though:
That’s what 686 sq ft looks like.
Not interested in fancy architecture symbols? Check out this 3-D one:
I think the 3-D is worse because you can tell just HOW SMALL the place is. Do you think a bed, two nightstands, two dressers and all of my statement necklaces are going to fit in that bedroom? Um, NO. I will have to keep that giant box of shoes out on the balcony along with Ed’s gross hockey gear and our rice steamer.
Here’s a street view, with our unit high-lighted by my snapchat skills:
Balcony zoom in:
When we rounded the corner of the building to check out the neighborhood, we ran into this wild turkey:
That guy snapping a picture probably thought the same thing as me – ‘”WTF, TURKEY?! What are you doing here?! Cambridge, get it together.” But, it turns out, wild turkeys are common in the Boston and surrounding areas, and they are mean, just like geese. I mean, they’re probably harmless unless provoked (like geese), but they are extremely hideous (unlike geese), and that makes them scarier.
I don’t have a good transition from talking about urban turkeys to talking about Ed’s classmates, except for the fact that one guy is from Turkey and is literally named Turkur. Which of course makes me call Ed Illernerr from Illinois. The first day of class, all 94 students in Ed’s section (Section D, for DOHSE) went around and introduced themselves.
HBS has also put together “classcards” which all students can search when they log into HBS’s student site. There you can find tons of facts about everyone in the business school (both first and second years), along with contact info, interests, partner info, education and work history. Here is a screenshot of Ed’s classcard:
See that little megaphone next to his name? Click on that and you can actually hear Ed say his own name. That tool is incredibly useful for knowing how to pronounce difficult names.
I’ve had a lot of fun quizzing myself with classcards on who’s who after meet-and-greets and parties. It’s hard learning 93 people’s names plus about 30 partners! Not to mention all nine other sections with 90 scholars and partners of their own! It’s interesting to see who makes a unique first impression and who I meet once (or twice) and I still look at them and think, “Who are you? I have no idea. Mike? Dan? F**k.”
My next opportunity to try and get names to stick is this Wednesday at the LatAm Great Gatsby Welcome Party, which over 1,000 people have registered for so far. It’s at a cloob downtown and costumes are “requested.” Unfortunately, Ed and I only picked certain things from our costume box to bring with us (the wigs, duh) and those are in the pods. Luckily, while packing my suitcase, a little voice told me to include my clubbing top “just in case” that is covered in fringe on the front and is now the only thing I have that will remotely pass as a Gatsby outfit. CRISIS AVERTED.