While finishing up my final essay on Terrorism, I chanced across the list of commencement addresses by my professor who used to serve as the president of Amherst College. One webpage led to another and soon I was distracted from penning the intricacies of Rakat and Hawla.
In all honesty, I did not expect myself to plunge into NYU Stern head on and start my grinding just for a shot past the venerable barriers of IB. I had no clue getting into IB entailed several unknown sacrifices; the numerous instances of the lack of interest to engage in a conversation with me during networking sessions were indeed disappointing. It was probably due to my questions which were odd and specific, but at the same time, I hated asking about the firm's culture when I knew nobody would give a specific answer. The nonchalant replies touched a raw nerve of mine and I viewed IB as an incarnation of the worst of mankind. Yet, I had to face the reality that I had little to offer to them. It was a buyer's market and I had to sell myself among the sea of applicants. Is it really worth it? Well, I guess I will find out more after this summer's internship.
I guess it is partly the reason for me to minor in history, to shield myself from the hullabaloo over internships and recruitment. Seeking refuge in history, I, at the very least, could connect with the old me in secondary school when being a student involved studying instead of networking.
And, I sort of discovered a secluded time slot to be academic in my freshman seminar course. The tons of readings and scrutinizations over supreme court decisions ignited a spark within me - this was the college experience I yearned for. I thoroughly enjoyed the debate over habeas corpus and entrapment laws. I did not mind staying till late, attempting to spot loopholes in the Israeli supreme court judgement in vain. I also did not mind traversing the thick snowstorm to class just to have lunch with my professor. Even though it was a tough class, it was a fulfilling one!
Nonetheless, unlike a fairytale, the reality is not a bed of roses. Taking difficult but interesting classes this semester had cost me my 4.0. I guessed I just had to network more to make up for it.
Anyway, I ought to finish my final essay and hopefully, I would find an answer before the start of my next semester.
