Procrastinato ergo blogo
In other words, it's time to find something, ANYTHING, to do, other than my summer academic prepwork.
Shortly after being notified that I'd been admitted into the GSB, I logged into the MyGSB website to begin exploring the various and sundry message boards and other toys that were now available to me as an admit. Before long, I stumbled onto the section of the site labeled Academic Prepwork and, like the good student that I am, began compiling a checklist of things that I would need to read and study in order to arrive on campus in September well-prepared to start school, bright-eyes and bushy-tailed, shiny new pencil case in hand.
All of us enter school with certain strengths and weaknesses academically. There are the "poets," some of whom haven't taken a class that requires quantitative reasoning since high school. Then there are the techies, who have plenty of quantitative background but who often know little about accounting and other business-world mathematical disciplines. And of course even the most analytical and quantitatively gifted among us will have the option to try to test out of intro-level courses in several areas of the core MBA curriculum, so some studying might be in order for these folks, too.
What this meant for me was that my new set of textbooks, freshly arrived from eBay sellers around the country, needed to be put to some serious use in the weeks before I touched down in the sun-drenched paradise that is Palo Alto. It would be important for me to read and study chapters 1 through 4 of Kreps' Microeconomics, to brush up on my accounting knowledge by skimming the Accounting textbook by Horngren et al, and of course to memorize all the Excel hotkeys listed in the Excel handbook. Of course I don't plan on using all of this much AFTER I get to Stanford. Who has time for that stuff, what with all the partying, networking, trips to wine country and Lake Tahoe, et cetera, that will require my attention once the Fall term starts?
Unfortunately for me, my natural laziness conspired against me, and without extra incentives to work, I soon lapsed back into full-time enjoyment of what I can only assume will be my last summer before entering Real Life for good (funny, I said that about the summer after I finished college, too. Maybe there's hope after all...)
So, after a month of no posting, here I am. By now, I should be wrapping up the last of the reading, Excel modeling, and other Hard Work that I was supposed to have completed before Pre-Term starts in another week or so. Perhaps some of you out there in the Blogosphere probably assumed that this was the reason why I haven't been writing anything about life at the Stanford GSB in the past few weeks. You thought I was hard at work, nose to the grindstone, readying myself to receive all the MBA goodness that will soon be poured out upon me. After all, only hard workers who would never shirk summer prepwork get admitted to the GSB in the first place, right?
Nope! In fact, I have spent the last month doing more relaxing and less work than I thought I would do again until I retire. And it's been great! I feel ready now to set off on the two-year journey that lies before me. I've taken care of the little details about housing, my student card, financial aid and all the rest, and in so doing have maintained an acceptable level of the psychological do-gooder's feeling that comes from checking items off of my to-do list. But this one section of the list remains almost completely unaddressed. So in honor of my newfound energy, I have decided that in the next few days, I am going to attempt to right myself in regards to the prepwork recommended by the friendly students and staff at the GSB. Having come all this way and worked so hard to apply and get admitted to the school, I don't want to start off on the wrong foot.
Having said that, I've wasted quite enough time today already writing this post. It's time to get started. It could be that I've already waited too long and that, in my first term, I will face pain and suffering because of my inability and unwillingness to overcome my summer indolence. Or maybe not. Either way, I'll let you know.