Ramblings of the Wingnut

Lockdown! Noro virus brings my MBA education to a halt. Yes, Babson is in quarantine, at least for the next 4 days. Norovirus is not kool; making those exposed to it throw up yesterdays lunch, get Gippo guts (for Americans that’s what happens when you eat bad McDonalds after a nights drinking – or just from the drinking), fever and see images of the Teletubbies doing the Macarena. Mind you, those symptoms sound similar to seeing JZ naked…yuch…give me a moment to get that imagery out my head. But seriously… this virus thing is like a stomach bug - I mean we have cholera, HIV/Aid and Malema outbreak - much deadlier….weeny Americans…

Beside the lovely health saga, I decided to start running again. Yes – I know it may be surprising to you to read, but I used to run – and not after the Wildebeest through the Savannah or cos I was chased by a lion – though that did happen. No, I used to run – for fun. And while the MBA has many pro’s, one of the cons (along with forgetting what real life entails – sitting in front of the TV, spending time with normal people, not reading 165 pages of economics in one week) is getting out of shape – or in shape: Round.

Anyway, so basically ran everyday this week – and now I am dead. Who knew that 8 months of reading and sitting in front of a PC would do that to you?! But like a fool, I’ll endeavor to carry on with this “running” thing as Spring is fast approaching and means a scorching 15 degrees centigrade – whoohoo!

OK, that’s it for me – that funny looking guy in the space suit is coming around again to spray stuff. What’s that? I need to be stripped naked and sprayed with a water gun to ensure I am not contagious….

So yeah. Spring Break. And now it’s over – One week, thanks. That’s about it…

OK, so there was more. I went down to New York with a buddy of mine – yes, I have made friends with American’s – don’t shun me. They’re people too. In fact with what I read about the world today, I would say that these Americans at Babson are OK. Not the prime rib on the menu, like the sirloin, but defiantly better than the all you can eat ribs, especially when you can’t even see they’re ribs (yes, I have eaten random pig parts at all you can eat ribs buffet).

New York is fun….um….different….interesting…and still the same from the last time I was here (see a previous entry – I’d say which one, but I’m too damn lazy to reference it for you). I got to meet my mates god sister and some friends and it was great. Unfortunately I also realized just how totally untrendy I am. Me and my flannel jacket, corduroy jacket white socks, black shoes and 1955 dogfighter helmet are just so out of touch. At least I know why I am a social outcast – any here I thought it was cos of a lack of personal hygiene.

After New York we drove Niagara Falls. That’s far. Like the distance from Jack Black’s right hip to his left across the front of his belly – that far. 7 hours far. Then one night there and another 8 hours back to Boston. To make matters worse those damn Canadians wouldn’t let me into Canadia without a Visa to see the Niagara Falls from their side. Sheesh. No wonder the Americans see them like we see the Zimbabweans. Nice people (well those that stay their side of the border), but damn….they give us in Southern Africa a bad rep.

And now back to work. Yes, the start of the final mod an already I’m 100 pages, a valuation an entry strategy into China for Coca Cola – welcome to the land of no sleep yet again. P.S. To you new Babson kids reading this – don’t be scared. It’s ok. If I of all people can do it (and you’ll get to know me better soon enough), you can. I over dramatize everything – or do I…..MUHAHAHA…

P.S. He’s just a friend. Nothing special just cos we went to NY, Niagara, and shopping and listened to “The Fray”…just friends…nothing more….I still (and always have and always will) like girls….so shut it….

So that’s 13 hours done of the 28 hour marathon of patience and fortitude. More importantly, it’s a battle to keep from giving in to the murderous tendencies welling inside of me for a certain someone. Yes, you read about them in an earlier note, and dang it, it doesn’t get worse than this…I cant stand it. Please if you’re reading this, send some kind of support anything will do that I can give to this poor soul to help reach out to them. Anything, Dick and Jane popup books, Dr. Seuss, chewable alphabet anything to help this person out of the depths of stupidity. It must be so hard being that solitary brain cell.

So yes…I am a celebrity. To all those that thought I wouldn’t amount to anything – Nanananan (also strangly similar to one of my prof’s – hmmm….I wonder…). OK, so being mentioned Highveld (to US readers: that’s a local radio station that translated to English mean high field –yes, we name radio stations after things we see, like radio meer cat, airwaves flowing river and oh-crap-there’s-a-pointing-a-gun-at-me-through-my-BMW-broadcast), but it’s a start. Soon the world will be mine.

Until that time, however, I need to concentrate I need to study for exams. Yes, its that time of the year that all MBA students fear – no not being confronted for their lack of knowledge on anything other than how to insert scatter plots in Powerpoint and adding trendlines, I mean: exams. Not just any exams, the mother of exams, the “Jennifer Lopez ass” of exams - finances. Yes, dear reader tomorrow (and yet I have time tell you about this) I will be writing valuations and marketing. That joy will be extended to a 24 hour exam on organizational behavior and finally by operations and strategic cost systems the following week. Fun. As much fun as listening to Paris Hilton start a music career, oh gees, I’m glad my ears stopped bleeding from listening to that.

The best part of exams is watching everyone crack (not take crack, I am not Naomi Campbell), especially that pregnant girl. Now I’m not sure why she’s studying so hard, it’s not like she needs to get double the marks cos she’s get to pass for two. Maybe she’s just crazy. That’s more like it. Crazy. I mean you’d think that with two brains she could actually study half the amount.

Then there’s “W”, that’s to protect all parties, especially me cos if this crazy banshee finds out its me, I’m likely to be shipped back to Africa in a cardboard, Pizza box. Anyways, this W is worse then the real W, you know George W. In fact George W looks like friggin Einstein. No Einstein and Copernicus. No Einstein and Copernicus and Da Vinci. No Einstein and Copernicus and Da Vinci and Newton. Ugh. You get my drift. Anyway…fun with W….hmm that should be the title of a book. See W read, Read W, Read – oh, wait, you cant….