Earlier this week, I played a fun game. Basically, I sat on the Green and I guessed which Dartmouth students were headed to the Career Fair. The final score of this "game" was something like 100 to 3 (The SAEs really threw off my game).
As my winning streak demonstrates, it was pretty hard not to notice the over-night transformation of the seniors (and the over-achieving juniors) on campus. Frat attire was forgotten as the pressed, button-down shirt, khakis and really shiny shoes came out of some vault. Girls put butt pants behind them and reached for the starched top, conservative skirt and heels that, as one friend said, make legs look "damn fine." These seniors were obviously prostituting themselves to the Man.
The pack of Psi U's I saw had the corporate whore look down perfectly. They even walked in line; you could barely tell one from another. For a brief moment, I wondered why no one wanted to make a lasting impression with a future employer by diverging from corporate dressing norms. Then I remembered, oh yeah, in the corporate world individuality doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at Psi U either. Right.
I'll admit that I poked my head in to the fair. I walked in the door and was hit by this intense wave of -- I don't know what it was, perhaps the souls of the people inside floating away -- and then turned around. I don't think the corporate world is for me. I just can't stomach it.
If you see me whip out my suit next fall, feel free to comment on my hypocrisy. Or if I come to a class reunion in rags, feel free to pick on my choice to forego the Man.
The Peace Corps anyone?
