chicoalto0649 wrote:Someone who was visiting vandy on the same day as me had a big legal pad out writing stuff (this was in a legislation/regulatory state class--think uber boring) and was scribbling stuff. In her binder, I saw a big thing of business cards (she went to a school of business in alabama) with her name on it. At the end of class she gave the prof her card. Oh yea, and she brought her parents with her too...
Pretty epic. That reminds me of a story about a kid in my corporate training program. During orientation, all 100 or so of us were divided into groups of about 5-6 people. I instantly knew this one kid, from an ivy UG and with a preppy name and supremely douchey air about him, was a gunner (the kid had business cards already made and this was the first day of orientation). We'll call him Timmy the Toolbag (TT).
Anyhow, to start off orientation, we had to do this "team-building excercise" where each group had to build a tower out of toothpicks and marshmallows and the team with the tallest tower after 15 minutes won. Immediately, TT speaks up and says one of his several minors at X ivy was architecture, so he would design a blueprint while we started making little toothpick&marshmellow building blocks. After a couple minutes, he shows us his ridiculously complex blueprint and my team starts furiously building as I watched (thoroughly amused) and pretend to help. Shortly thereafter, it becomes quite obvious that our plan isn't working and that other teams are way farther along. TT starts yelling at us, insisting that it's our fault for not following his instructions, and basically starts pouting. Then, the program director threw a curveball at us and said everyone had to switch groups and end up in a different group than the one they started with.
What happens? The kid makes a beeline for the tallest tower, running over about 6 kids in the process, but not before I catch a glimpse of him knocking over our tower to ensure that whoever got stuck with it was basically screwed. Epic.
Moral of the story: Gunners are everywhere. Everywhere.