I swear, it’s just like that Rodney Dangerfield movie Back to School–except that I’m not the wealthy owner of a bunch of Tall & Fat men’s clothing stores. Plus I’m not throwing hot tub parties in my dorm room. . .or accidentally crashing a sorority house. . .or getting the dean to name a business school after me. Come to think of it, it’s not really like that movie at all–except in the sense that I’m the oldest guy in my classes.
Yes, the MBA is off to a roaring start–at least as roaring as Saturday morning classes fueled by Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Starbucks coffee can be. Right now I’m hip-deep in the MBA Essentials, which are a series of intense courses designed for non-business majors (and dinosaurs like me) so we can get up to speed on those concepts we’ll need for the rest of the graduate program. So far it’s gone pretty well. I aced the economics module (thank you, Walter Williams), and just spent the last couple of days nail-biting over my accounting grade. I scored a solid B average there–which ain’t too bad considering they stuffed two semesters worth of material into two weeks. If not for those doughnuts, my brain might have exploded.
Only trouble is, I think my age is starting to show. For example, upon taking a seat at the head of a conference table during one session, a particularly vivacious twentysomething happily observed that I was like the father of the class. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except that my econ professor (who might also be younger than me) then promptly entrusted his course evaluations to yours truly–apparently because I was “mature” enough to be trusted with such confidential material.
Still, I’m having fun with it. It’s nice to know that I can still pass an exam, and the material is actually interesting. I’m still waiting on that invitation to a fraternity bash, though. The guy may be old, but he can still hold his beer. In fact, I think I’m gonna go party like it’s 1999! I just have to make sure I’m in bed by midnight…Share