Prof. Organizational Behavior

In an effort to make this blog somewhat relevant to the MBA program, I'll try to profile each professor before the start of next semester and go from there.

The get naked, shotgun a beer, and crush the can while yelling "WOOO" approach to impressing professors doesn't work nearly as well when dealing with a PhD from FSU. At least that's what I'm assuming based on a Google Image search of "FSU." (The link is possibly NSFW unless your W permits you to Google things like "college girls hate clothes" or "college girls, alcohol, take off clothes.")

I don't know where I was going with the above paragraph but Prof. OB teaches the class using group discussions, simulations, academic articles, management books, and a semester long project that involves interviewing at least ten employees from a local company and performing an organizational analysis.

The in-class quizzes will keep you reading, the Learning Opportunities will keep you writing and the detailed participation grades will keep you talking. Unless you want to fail. If you want to fail, unlike a lot of other professors, she'd probably help you out. And laugh at you.

Prof. Strategy

In an effort to make this blog somewhat relevant to the MBA program, I'll try to profile each professor before the start of next semester and go from there.

Surprisingly smart for a short person, Prof. Strategy spent her early days in the Air Force. Take the time to read her bio and you'll see she "was responsible for price analysis, negotiation and administration of major weapons systems contracts worth more than $1 billion." Blatantly omitted from the bio, of course, is her failure to offer good and valuable consideration for my massive guns and killer good looks making her partly responsible for 9/11. (RAWR!!)

Anyway, in the classroom she is the most outgoing and energetic of all the professors. She isn't the easiest grader but she gives the most comprehensive feedback. The classes are based off a combination of academic articles and real-time corporate issues that make learning feel relevant. Her pedagogical style involves a great deal of discussion and most MBA's that don't hate talking or writing tend to consider her class a favorite.

Outside of school she enjoys playing golf and envying those tall enough to ride Space Mountain.

There is always next year . . . and escorts

The previous law prom debacle inspired this year's intrepid two-date endeavor. As cool as that sounds and as high as my initial hopes, somewhere between roulette and blackjack, I soberly watched my dreams go into a tail spin.

Not understanding where I went wrong, I used my substantial alone time last night to run t-tests and watch CSI. Turns out -scientifically speaking- law proms are more fun without your girlfriend.

Prom: Starts Tonight, Lasts Forever

If I've said it once, I've said it a million times: law prom is everything your senior prom should have been. No parents taking awkward pictures beforehand, no chaperones preventing drinking during, and a good chance your date has her own place to go after.

And did I mention there is gambling? Because there is and if we added some sexy poles - which I'm not saying we shouldn't - law prom would be a lot like the working world, just less chance of getting fired.

Law Student Uses Metaphor to Appeal to Prurient Interests

Thanks to a sexy commenter known only as anonymous, here is the link to some of internet's finest lusting. If you don't like clicking links, the Craigslist post from a 22-year old woman, reads:

Jeremy

I long for you every day in class. I feel like it's meant to be. Please, exercise some jurisdiction over me...I know you have the long arm statute to do so! BOOM baby

Hot. After wiping the steam off your computer screen, a quick search will surprisingly reveal no requests for Prof. CrimLaw to attenuate taints or Prof. Property to adversely posses loins.

Halfway There, Thanks to Successories

The first fifteen weeks of my stint in the MBA program have gone remarkably well. I learned the all-important hard skills, practiced many of the soft, and inadvertently figured out my future.

It's been a great adventure.

In 39 days, I'll return to an entirely different semester. In the second fifteen weeks, besides traveling to case competitions and implementing a business plan I've been developing on my own, as part of FocusFirm, I'll be working in a consulting roll for EchoStar.

Overall, business school has been keeping me thoroughly entertained in ways I never thought possible.

And since I know you didn't click the link above, here's a picture from the Baylor website of a youthful Manzanares during a 2006 FocusFirm presentation in D.C.

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Rumor has it, the people of Venezuela turned against Hugo Chavez waiting for the Manzanares to return.

Swanburg Gets Punked by HO HO HO's

Bandera Ranch sponsored a door decorating contest for Christmas with the top three units winning $300, $200 and $100 respectively. With expectations high, and Dollar Store accoutrements at my disposal, the portal into my home was decorated with unmatched pizzazz.

A House with a Door Similar to My Own

My snowmen were erect, my lights were properly dangled, my garland hung playfully and my wreath gave off a cherubic glow that exemplified all that was Christmas.* Unfortunately, I lost to three other units occupied by a combined twelve female entrepreneurs.

Representatives from Buildings 8, 9 & 10

Though I didn't see the judging, I'll assume, like all females, they made up for their lack of inflatables with fancy hats and breasts. I never had a chance.

*In a totally gay holiday-sweater sort of way

Business Students Point and Laugh at Libraries

All that remains of the semester is a single final that will take place on Thursday and since this is business school rather than law, I take comfort in spreadsheets rather than studying.

Like all my classmates, I've done the perfunctory analysis that tells me what I need for an A. I've looked at p-values and played with significance levels to statistically prove I have a better chance of losing my life in a rainstorm than getting below a B and even though the spreadsheet hasn't made the final magically disappear as it did for Econ, I'm confident I can come away a champion.

The business school is a happy place.