All quiet

The student center is nearly deserted, with the only sound that of the fireplaces burning softly in the background, on yet another icy Boston evening. For first-year students four out of five final exams are behind us, and the one that remains is the most qualitative of the lot, meaning that most people are taking it easy tonight. Tomorrow will be marked by packing and flights and cabs as we scatter, literally, to the four corners of the earth. At lunch a classmate mentioned how remarkable it is that at HBS we're pulled together from incredibly varied places for an intense period of time, dispersed in an instant, and then pulled back just as quickly, come January, for another term. The new seating charts were released today, and unlike the first time around we have the context gained from a full semester to interpret them. I'm down in front, seated in the evocatively-titled worm deck described in a previous post. My view of the class will be different, but change in perspective is a good thing. As an elementary school student, I played the role of Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, one of whose lines comes to mind: "They have made worms' meat of me..."