I walked in the the illini union with a grin streching across my face. I reached the check-in desk. Took the green sharpie and started to fill my name tag. I wrote my name in huge bold letters, bold enough to be seen from a distant planet, "
AMAN KAPUR". Then I moved further down the tag and wrote my major, "
General Engineering". So far so good. My grin still holding its pride and honor. And then came the dreaded and the fearful 'year of graduation'. I, for reasons that surpass my understanding, put "
2013"; a freshman at the EXPO Career Fair.
The student volunteer behind the counter asked me in surprise, "You're a freshmen? You must have a lot of courage coming here." My grin went from being concave up to concave down. I replied in a unsure tone, "I guess so" , and moved along. Upon entering the hall, another volunteer, who, I guess, saw my tag, said "Aw, you're a freshmen, best of luck!". It seemed as if I was a chicken entering my own slaughter house.
I lifted my legs, my body, and my bravery (or bravado), and marched into the hall. The sight before could be best called as a peculiar example of 'Social Darwinism', survival of the fittest. 'Fittest' may not just be in age, technical skills, and formality, but moreso in the art of marketing oneself at expense of pushing others underwater. A troop of monkeys fighting over their food, their water, and their existence in the future.
For any first-timer, stepping into this battlefield can be intimidating, expecially when it's biased towards certain local 'warriors' than others who hail from distant lands; but I knew I had to try. I had already done my research and found what I wanted to fight for. I reached booth of the firm. I handed in my resume and started marketing my self. I said, "I'm Aman Kapur, a General Engineering Major. I'm a freshmen." And that was it. I soon as I said the words freshman, I saw this disappointing look in his eyes, and a bit of disinterest arose within him. I still carried on praising myself with the hope that I could change his opinion about freshmen. After about an exchange of words for 15-20 mins, we parted ways and I went on to another source.
I got out of there barely breathing and barely having any energy left in me. I crawled my way back to my dorm and rested, for I though tI had done a decent job of surviving in the war.
All in all, it was a learning experience. BE PREPARED, STAY STRONG, and SHOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE.