Free Flow

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My HBS Daily Sprint

My internal clock runs on Dunkin’ iced coffee and pure case prep adrenaline, constantly hustling from Spangler to Aldrich like it’s a CrossFit WOD. Every sprint feels like a test of endurance, pushing my limits just to stay on schedule for the next demanding session.

That cold-calling trauma from yesterday is still incredibly fresh, a tight knot in my stomach whenever I recall that public spotlight. My laptop is plastered with HBS stickers, a visible badge of this life, but also a portal to chaos with Canvas tabs endlessly multiplying, each demanding immediate attention.

A quick debrief at the Grille, where the gossip is always louder than the Charles wind, offers a brief, necessary escape and a moment of shared humanity. Then it’s back to Baker Library, where I’m pretending I’ve done all the readings (truthfully, I definitely just skimmed the executive summaries, hoping to hit the key highlights).

My group chat is blowing up again about a startup pitch that’s supposedly “totally viable.” It’s the quintessential HBS dream, I guess, everyone chasing the next big thing, and I’m always somewhere between hopeful and slightly cynical about it all.

Even a sunset walk by the river, my Patagonia vest on, can’t fully escape the pervasive networking. It feels like opportunities are everywhere, every casual chat potentially turning into a valuable connection before you even realize it.

I end the night with a greasy, glorious Tasty Burger or a sneaky, late-night Hong Kong run in Harvard Square.