We arrived at Fuqua and almost immediately began to wither as the myriad tasks that define business school life eroded our collective spirit. Relief was perpetually on the horizon, yet never quite seemed to arrive as needed. The beginning of the third term was marked by the onset of the career crush, featuring the internship steeplechase as the main event. Even the supposedly relaxing winter break was clogged with career search activities and closed list anxiety. The dearth of rainfall in the North Carolina piedmont and the unrelenting mental taxation of the Fuqua FY are both equally unsustainable. However, the past few weekends, there has been a noticeable shift in Fuqua social tendencies.