…hear someone say “I’m doing a startup” every day.
…HEAR SOMEONE SAY “I’M DOING A STARTUP” EVERY DAY.
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Remember those days? Or maybe you’re living them right now. The constant hum of ambition, the subtle (or not-so-subtle) competition, and the ubiquitous declaration, “I’m doing a startup.” It wasn’t just a phrase; it was a lifestyle. You were either launching one, joining one, or at least pretending to consider one. It felt like if you weren’t immersed in the entrepreneurial buzz, you weren’t really here.
Beyond the startup scene, there was the meticulously curated club involvement. Not just any club, but the clubs. The ones that signaled commitment, leadership, and a certain kind of prestige. Were you on the executive board? Did you land that highly coveted, hyper-selective spot? It wasn't just about passion; it was about building a narrative, crafting a resume that screamed "future leader."
And the career path? From day one, it felt like the entire institution was geared towards funneling you into specific, high-status industries. Consulting, investment banking, tech. The pressure to secure that "perfect" internship, then that "perfect" full-time offer, was immense. It was the unspoken understanding: your success, your future, was a direct reflection of your time here.
Looking back, or living through it now, it’s a unique crucible. Did you even go to [Ivy] if you didn’t feel that pull, that pressure to perform, to achieve, to constantly be on the grind, always chasing the next mark of "prestige"? It shapes you, undeniably. What are your stories?