Summer, Summer, Summertime

Now this is a story all about how,
My life got flipped and turned upside down,
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there,
I’ll tell you how I survived my EWMBA first year.In Berkeley and Santa Clara, tired and dazed,
In the classroom where I spent every Saturday,
Problem sets, case studies, papers all cruel,
Ten units in the spring seemed like just too much school.
We analyzed firms, why they were up to no good,
Started talking GDP with Mr. Wood,
Got addicted to Littlefield, to see how we compared,
Hit up Henry’s after class for a couple of beers.

I prayed for passing grades and when the end came near,
Facebook posts entertained, speculating Greg’s career,
If anything I think we were exhausted to tears,
But I thought nah, forget it, we’re almost there!

I walked out of my finals, around 4PM,
And I said to my classmates, “it’s the end of our first year!”
Looked at everyone, we were finally there,
To sit on our thrones, now as second years!

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