Julie the MBAlien

Tonight after class, a get-together at the Torch Club, a storied place with the portable coat racks ushed up near the roaring fireplace. MBAs gathered, and talked, all sponsored by the placement office. Perhaps we were meant to mingle with alumni? We were all new there.

In all, I mixed mostly with my own crowd, the Orange Core, Rick, and Alex Billy, Hannah, Rachel, and Mike, among others. A man from Moody's queried a man from Citibank; I identified the Pfizer mafia, and the Con Edison mafia. I talked about being an engineer, and not being an engineer, and arched a brow at my classmates who dismissed a video of Amy Tan discussing creativity - a process in he own life that has, like so many, been driven by loss and by asking questions.

We shuffled out, wine and beer ingested, a thick mingling of winter coats and scarves and hats, Blackberries and iPhones, plugged in, on the treadmill, mingling home.

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