Ivy Years

I woke up today feeling free – something I haven’t felt for quite a while. It’s an odd state of being, really. There wasn’t a blackberry with a blinking red light telling me to head to the office. There weren’t essays to be written about some esoteric subject to be defended before an Oxford tutor. No standardized tests to be written. No sense of urgency to explore everything the City has to offer.

I am home.

These past several months have been both exciting and overwhelming at times. I managed to drag my suitcases out of England and move into my tiny little flat in Soho. Before I knew it, training was underway and all a hundred of us were put into a ballroom at the Marriott in the Financial District. Fast forward a few weeks, I’m at my cubicle jamming away on a model and putting together a book. In between the coffee runs, Seamless dinners in the conference rooms, 1 AM drinks, and insane amount of ping pong, we the interns became a part of this world that have been mysterious for so long.

I learned three valuable things this summer

1) Banking lingo
2) Excel shortcuts
3) And the fact that I want to do investment banking in M&A for two years when I graduate

I’m going to miss everyone I worked with this summer quite a bit.

Now that I’m back in Vancouver, it’s time to recuperate and just spend time with the people I love. Senior year starts in just over a week. Jeezes. Getting old.