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Evanston, IL: EMP61 students took their first round of final exams on the weekend of March 19, 2004. Despite achingly beautiful springtime weather, EMP’ers huddled around computer screens, attended extra tutorial sessions, and generally skipped the usual socializing routine as they prepared for what seemed like Armageddon. Girded with their weapons of strong coffee, computers, illegible notes, and even pencils and graph paper, EMP’ers nervously entered their classroom for the first of their Kellogg exams. The first thing everyone learned (besides A=L+SE) was that EMP’ers cannot follow directions any better than pre-schoolers. Despite Professor Magee’s expressed desires to the contrary, EMP’ers cajoled, wheedled, and otherwise pleaded to be allowed to print their Accounting |
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Mike Ertz on the verge of tears upon seeing the complexity of the accounting final. |
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spreadsheets, insisting that they were different than past EMP classes. They promised no printing fiasco this year. Likely due to 61’s overrepresentation of sales directors, the class prevailed. While no class members were spotted studying in the student lounge in their pajamas, they did resort to old college tricks and routines to cope with the pressure. Some EMP’ers used defense mechanisms to rationalize the failing grades they expected. HP began to stand for Heavily Pessimistic. What’s more, in contrast to typical EMP weekends, coffee replaced martinis as the evening drink of choice. The EMP bartender was even overheard to complain about the deafening silence of the Upper North Lounge and the metric tons of alcohol he would have to haul back to the kitchen that night. |
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Suffice it to say that in spite of all the stress and butterflies of exam weekend, class members still showed up for the start of term two three weeks later. Maybe it was the undeniable attraction of two quantitative courses, or perhaps it was the rumors that second term is the hardest of the program. But like Special Forces recruits, EMP’ers returned to Evanston and begged for more. (March 26, 2004) |
| Karl, driven to the brink of insanity by finals, avoids the embarrasing fetal position by seeking comfort from the "crazy glasses" of his youth. | |
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