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Shopping Period

It is a funny expression I would say. The first 4 days at HBS are what we call the shopping period. You can basically go around classes, listen to what professors say, to what the cases are, check who is in the class. For the first 2 days, professors won’t even mind if you walk in and out or if you are clueless about the case. That must be the reason why I have not started any of my 2 cases for tomorrow at 11.30pm. I was meant not to be shopping but one of the classes today went so bad that I will be shopping tomorrow. I will join the herd and see how it ends up. The good thing about the shopping period is that the girls came over and we all had coffee (with borrowed milk), tea and a fifth of a brownie discussing classes amidst plans for a thousand trips this semester and a reservation for a table at Rumor next Thursday. So far so good, I like being back. Thursday will bring the lowest temperature that I ever had in Boston, -24C so we will see how I feel about being back after that!

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