What’s going on y’all. As the title of this post says, your boy is getting mighty old. Today is my 28th birthday and, after having fiished my first week of Fall quarter classes, I feel like it is my 280th bday. This week’s classes had a ton of reading, work, and readjustment to the GSB environment, but it really didn’t seem that bad because I actually like these classes this quarter. one of the great things about being a second yedar student is that you get to take electives that you WANT to take instead of core classes that you HAVE to take. I’ve already learned more in my first week of Corporate Finance than I did in my entire quarter of Accounting last Fall and the professor (George Parker) is the funniest professor I’ve ever had. In fact, all of my profs are “slam dunks” this quarter…I love being a student here and having access to such on-point instructors.

Now on to the birthday celebrations…this should be a heck of a night. It’s going to start with dinner with my “crew” of classmates who’ve basically become like West Coast family to me. At first, I tried to get my peoples not to do anything or me because I don’t like people going out of their way for me, but they insisted, so they’ve put together a full night of stuff to help me celebrate.

After dinner, we’ve got a bunch of other classmates coming by our house for drinks and random kickin’ it to help me celebrate. When my roomie Detavio asked me to come up with a list of people to invite, I made a big list because I figured that there would be a low yield of RSVPs…from what I’ve heard, I was totally wrong about that. We may have something like 40-50 people come through and it’s got me wondering if the neighbors will call the cops. I guess the people here are checkin’ for The Kid more than I anticipated.

Following the hanging out here, we’re going to head over to the first GSB party of the year, which is being held at a mansion inhabited by 10 of my classmates. The house is nicknamed “The Compound” and the parties there are always off the chain. One of the people living in the house is my man Cameron (the guy who I lost the presidential race with last year) and he made me promise that we’d roll through. I guess that’ll give me a chance to see all of the classmates who won’t be able to make it through the joint we’re having here. I’m planning on taking it easy tonight, but, if the music there is good, it might just become one of those nights. Also, if we’ve all got enough energy after a little while at The Compound, we’re going to try to hit up a club in San Jose that is one of the “realest” spots I’ve found in this area. It will take over 30 minutes to get out there, so we may have to cancel that part of the night.

Something tells me that I’m going to need most of tomorrow to recover from the exhaustion that’ll come tonight. It’s all good though because one only turns 28 once, right?