Practicing Gratitude

As our year in the MAcc program comes to a close, I asked a few soon-to-be graduates what participating in this program has meant to them. Although we were only here for a year, we know that we will continue to feel Fisher‘s influence throughout our lives.

Max Smith is grateful for the opportunities he found to give back to our temporary home in Columbus:

“I am grateful for the experiences and activities that are available outside of the classroom. As an undergrad, volunteer opportunities were around if you sought them out, but the MAcc program really makes it easy to get involved and help out in the community. Hopefully, this will be something I can continue in the future after the MAcc program.”

MAcc Council President Ace Lassman is grateful for the people he met along the way:

“I am most grateful for the friends I made here! It was a blast to be able to connect with people from such different backgrounds who all want to go out and make an impact in the accounting industry. I couldn’t be more excited to see how all of us will go out and change the world after graduation!”

And finally, I am grateful for the all the opportunities this program has afforded me. I engaged with research, participated in community service, and made lifelong friends. From Big Four recruitment to living in a large city, this program has pushed me and exposed me to ideas and opportunities I would not have otherwise had. So, on behalf of the MAcc Class of 2018, thank you, Fisher!

Special thanks to Maxton “Max” Smith and Andrew “Ace” Lassman for their assistance.

Kid’s story: Gratitude

Timeline: Monday, 10-ish

I see: an envelope

I hear: my coughing, thanks to the God-forsaken weather

I smell: “Be”, by Calvin Klein

I feel: nauseous

First, a short recollection of what has happened these past few days:

  • Midterms. Veni, vidi, vici; that’s all I have to say about that (Julius Caesar and Forrest Gump together, who’d have thunk…).
  • Community service, wherein I raked something around a million leaves. It was totally survivable, but I dislike community service.  I was really ticked off that day just for being there, but it’s in the past (duh, isn’t everything??)
  • Halloween party at Mozaik. Too many surgeons, but I think that everyone looked great. If you chose not to go to Mozaik or to JF’s place before that, you should really not be reading this. I personally had a BLAST, and I think many people did.
  • The “bad” part of the party: I almost knocked over a cop (no intention of doing it, though) while leaving and for a second the cold feeling of cuffs made me shiver. Fortunately, he said “don’t apologize, it was my mistake” and I could be on my way.

And today we got our EPI midterms back, including the video recording. I must say that my respect for Prof. Ankerman’s job has seriously increased after seeing my video. Just today, he mentioned to us in class how he had to grade some 200 presentations last week, then adding the comment of how he was very pleased that this year the presentations were much better than any other (a theme that is becoming so common among the teachers that it’s starting to sound scripted).

I seriously look like a total retard in that video. I mean, you have to keep that away from any recruiting material there may be for the Fisher COB, because that’ll scare them off (or at least it should). I’m actually surprised the antivirus in my laptop didn’t go off when I pressed play. Now, I’m not saying that all my classmates look like retards in their videos, but I actually got a good grade on that midterm, so—well, whatever, you figure it out. I must say that I don’t have any problem with retarded people; I just would like not to look so much as one.

This, along with other experiences, has shown me that what the MBA is really teaching me is to have a new perspective on my life. This is a really good lesson on humility and submission. I used to believe that I was fortunate because I had received an excellent education, allowing me to have aspirations, dreams, and possibilities. I used to believe that my abilities allowed me to stand out and put me in an ideal position to help others.

Now I know I should be grateful I can remember my own name. Now I know that the question “are you aware I’m a danger to others?” is one I should ask myself and the people around me frequently. Now I know I was wrong.

The way I see it, it’s either that my life has truly lost all meaning and purpose, or it’s just that loneliness has finally caught up with me and I’m past the honeymoon stage of my coming here. One thing’s for certain: studying for midterms was nothing compared to coping with an empty house, a pile of due readings, a cooling weather, and a zero level of motivation.

It’s a good thing a friendly smile makes all that disappear at least for a moment. To the smiler: you asked not to be mentioned, but I owe you for that.

The takeaway: be grateful.

“You ready to die, motha(bleep)er?” – Petey Pablo