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B-School GPA's |
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This is funny (Part II) |
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04/06/2001 |
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Hope this helps, this is how I got into a top-5 with a 2.8.
1. Waited 5 years and had a series of promotions at work
2. Took several grad-level business courses through the extention program of a (different) top-5 program. Did well, showed I could ace the material. But, $$$ for classes.
3. Got a professor at the b-school to write a rec.
4. Scored mid-6's on GMAT.
5. Got dinged first time on th app.
6. Got another promotion, re-applied and got in. Had been out of undergrad for 6 years by then.
For me, this took 3 years of work and planning because I goofed off during undergrad, big time. But the process was worth it. I've met a few others like me at top-5 schools (in Chi and Phil) who had to reapply and take courses (A's only) and who got in with sub-3 GPAs. Just get creative and get a plan. And it may not be this year.
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Kellogg. Believe it or not, I actually like the Kellogg people. Not
the sharpest ginsu knives in the set, they were as out of place on Wall Street as you might expect from people who'd spent the prior year intensely debating the merits of Dave Thomas appearing in person in the Wendy's commercials. Still, they were all pretty cool and laid back and into having a good time. I thought they would have fit in quite well here at Stanford; in fact, if you took the average Stanford MBA, subtracted 50 IQ points and added a penchant for sub-zero weather (probably related to the lost IQ points), you would have a Kellogg MBA.
MIT/Sloan. I think I found Waldo. Every stereotype you have ever
heard about MIT is true. These guys were such incredible weenies, brilliantly managing to combine both the brainpower and social grace of an HP19B-II. Every time one of them came anywhere near me I did my best to convey a look which said quite plainly: 'go away - now.' I was generally unsuccessful, as they would not budge until they had finished telling me how they had been working until 5am every day this week on such and such a glamorous and sexy project, and
that they had worked on a project similar to the one I was assigned
to 'when they first started.' Moments before going postal, I could usually get them to leave me alone by making a comment to the effect of 'it must be a bummer constantly having to remind people that the school you go to in Boston is not Harvard.'
Harvard. Speaking of Harvard, I've got to hand it to the HBS people.
Their ability to mask their general incompetence with sheer arrogance
impressed me. Floating through the summer like Cinderella at the ball, they expected you to accept their jargon-laced drivel with the same attitude that Moses and his stone tablets received on Sinai. Universally despised, they were oblivious to the disdain they inspired among their summer classmates. I suspect they would have been indifferent, though, associates being several levels below anyone they considered worthy of their attention.
Others. There were also a few stragglers from other random schools.
To quickly summarize, Darden and Chicago people get a thumbs-up; NYU and Yale a thumbs-down. There were also a few ranch-hands from Canadian schools who I thought should have been raising cattle or growing wheat or doing whatever it is they do in Canada, but probably not investment banking, eh.
In reflecting upon my summer experience, then, I am now angrier at
Stanford than I have ever been in the past, which as many of you realize must mean I am simply brimming with unabated wrath. Why am I so upset with the GSB? It's obvious thathad I chosen to pursue my graduate education elsewhere, I would never have the problem I do here-'What am I going to write about for the next issue?'
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