Neglect

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I have been neglecting my blog. It is an unhealthy relationship really. I say "you're so fat", and it says "love me for what I am". Then I go and drink beer. It is a vicious cycle.

I am back in the graduate school grind and it is killing me. I have four classes, Macroeconomics, Negotiations, Infrastructure and Finance, and Italian. Why Italian? Send me an email, and we will talk.

Negotiations is great. It is described as the art of convincing other people to have it your way. We have class lectures and role-play scenarios. It is a bit intense. Some people cry, some people make enemies. I lie. A lot. Yesterday I said "$25 is my break even point. I honestly can't go below that. Business is not about paying to do other's work." My bottom line was $10, we settled at $25. Bwahaha.

Harvard is a trip. Sometimes the tweed and wool is a bit too much for me. I have a ghetto side that is always trying to go to class in cargo shorts and Crocs, but inevitably the person I sit next to is an international world leader or hack politician on sabbatical. Then I feel bad. Just a little bit.

I recently went suit shopping, a sign that I am officially caving to the man. Sigh. My negotiation lessons didn't pay off while I stood in front of the mirrors. Suit salesmen are worse than used car salesmen. A used car salesman appeals to your ego but a suit salesman appeal to your vanity in irrefutable ways.

Back to my Italian.