2006-04-19T18:25:00.000-07:00

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
...

Joining Great Lakes, a relatively new b-school, perhaps these verses of Robert Frost in his 'The Road not Taken" echo my feelings. A path not taken by many before us, the grass is still wet, and here we stand, having taken the first steps into the wilderness, wondering what lays beyond, unlike established b-schoolers who have a 6-lane expressway constructed for them along the path, complete with refreshment bars on the way.

Day one at Great Lakes was indeed unlike no other orientation session I've attended. First up, it was wholly organized by students of the previous batch, henceforth referred to as 'Junior Pioneers', who took care of everything ranging from Laptop presentations to ice-breaking sessions to giving us a 'feel' of what b-school sessions are really like.

I hope that we the 'crusaders' beat down the path a little bit more for batches to come by, and enjoy ourselves while doing so.

...
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Coming back to Frost and his poem, well, I was tantalized by the last few lines...

On a rafter down the Great Lakes