Columbia, I love you

LionHeaded
Sat, 21 Mar 2009 13:23:22 +0000

So I’m sitting on the train yesterday making my way back to school after what I’ll leave as ‘a close call with crabs’ during Spring Break and wearing my CU hoodie when this suave suited guy (2007-Wall street to give you an idea. before the…unpleasantness) starts talking to me about Columbia, his alma mater.

We chat about everything from the economy, my fears of unemployment from a hobo major, Barnard girls to BS-ing lit hum essays but he mainly just letting me go on and on about stuff (which in hindsight included a lot of profanity), he finishes by giving me his card and telling him to email him my resume if I’m looking for work in NYC this summer. I wasn’t really but I still did it. Networking and whatnot.

Late last night I receive an email telling me to present myself to their offices next Friday for an orientation session for the position of junior copywriter at the most prestigious ad agency in Manhattan. Fifth avenue royalty…with a summer package of 16k. Excuse me while I ejaculate- For a sociology and lit major sophomore like me that’s a whole lotta summer monies!

So once again Columbia, you magnificent slut, I love you! I want to make love to you. I want you inside me.

Some may say that it’s common ivy nepotism but I figure that if I wore a Harvard sweatshirt I would be assumed as a pompous ass and left to my own devices and if it was a Penn one I would have been hitchhiking with a lute instead of taking the train so to me; it’s the glorious baby blue and white!

So Bumped! Bumped for GLORY!