As I sit here and think about it, I can now count down my amount of time left at Babson College in MINUTES. Wow, if you are looking at this site, then you should have an idea of good that feeling is.

Someone asked me the other day, “You still hate this place even when you are about to leave?” Fuck ya was my answer.

The time I am spending here right now is due to their negligence and incompetence with the office of Class Deans. Because of those fuckers, I have now had to be at school for two more weeks then I should have had to and have had to spend an extra $2 grand, plus any lost income from the job I should be at right now. Don’t you think they would audit the credits of people about to graduate before they are in the ninth hour? IT TOOK ME CONTACTING THEM to make sure I had everything to graduate and could get the fuck out of this hell hole that I have to call a college. So here I am, spending more money, wasting more time at this horrible place.

So while I am here, figure I might as comment about the office three steps away from the useless pieces of shit in the Dean’s office. If anyone has ever worked with the Center for Career Development, then they will realize that they are completely useless. From the words of a VERY successful man that owns a hedge fund, “they are the most useless mother fuckers in the world.” That is the reputation that I, as an about to be Babson Grad loves to hear from a proven successful Babson Graduate who is extremely successful and has tried with great strides to help improve the school, but with no prevail.

So why don’t we talk about improving this hell hole. Who would you go and talk to about that? My idea was Barefoot, so I wrote him a letter, stating that I have been to two other colleges, including Babson’s number one competitor Bentley. I have experienced and can see what makes each school better then the other. I offered my assistance and offered to help come up with ideas to help improve student morale and campus activities that mature students would enjoy, rather then middle school activities like breaking a computer and a printer in front of Reynolds for stress relief. So what do you think that Jackass’s response was? He sat there and demeaned me as a person and a student. That stupid fucker doesn’t realize that this school needs me now more then I need it. This school is a reflection of so many of the students here, it thinks its shit doesn’t stink and it is better then everything else. WELL it’s fucking wrong. This school sucks and it is going to be its own demise if it doesn’t change something soon. You can’t just offer a good product, but a horrible backup service. If that is the situation then you will fail, don’t believe me – ask Gateway.

So why does this school need me more then I need it. Well I have graduated and paid (That would be the full tuition cost each semester – you know the $42,000 each year) the full way, without their assistance. So now I ask you this – having the 5th richest student body in the country, why is it that we have a ridiculous low endowment? It is because of so many students like me, who hate this place and will never make a donation that will contribute to this fucking place. I say that, but I know I will donate to this school. I am going to donate $1 per year – that way it will actually cost them more to process and cash my donation then it would if they didn’t. That’s all for now, I have time on my hands as I have to take the class “Diet & Disease” in order to graduate from a Business School.

Chisumebb

I received this email from another student informing me of the unanimous disturbing feeling towards the grading policies of our required courses. For the final exam, i studied 12 hours straight, paid attention in every class in the second half of the semester (it wasn’t a cumulative final) and still failed the exam. after writing an email to my professor pleading to round my soon to be 59.83 overall course grade up to at least a 60, i received a generic email from the professor essentially telling us “i didn’t fuck up, all of you fucked up, ill double check and make sure you fucked up, and if you’re fucked, go fuck yourself, peace i’m out”. words cannot express my complacency towards this institution.

Dear Members of the Babson Community,

I am writing to express my concern over this years IME 3 program, particularly the Managerial Accounting segment.

I wrote this email to Dean Reza on October 31st:

“My name is Snarl Henderson and I am a junior currently in IME 3 (A1). Throughout the semester I have grown increasingly more distraught and concerned regarding the grading policies and attitudes of the professors in my stream.

For the first time during my Babson tenure, grades have been treated as something linked to a mysterious college policy as opposed to actual performance. The professors in my stream continue to refer that they are forced to maintain a B- average in the course. For example, one of my professors stated that he was ‘given’ the option of enforcing a B or B- average and went with the latter. This ‘grade deflation’ strategy has led to no noticeable differentiation on grades within classes regardless of performance. To maintain this strict curve, professors are giving the vast majority of grades solely in the B range. An A has become rare and appears to be directly correlated to however many C’s or below are given.

While grade inflation may be a critical issue at top notch ivy institutions, Babson does not have the luxury of securing our futures through the weight of our brand. An emphasis on ‘grade deflation’ and a lack of grade dispersion will hinder the success of our graduates finding top positions at recruiting firms that also look at more prevalent schools that do not emphasize a grade deflation policy.

I do not know whether this is the policy of IME 3 faculty or the college. However, I would like to learn more about this issue and how it is currently in place and the way it is affecting my future success.”

Since this email the situation has only grown worse. While I do not speak for the entire junior class I am confident that the majority are expressing the same concerns particularly through dissatisfied comments on the course and professors evaluations. After the final exam, Professor Wain sent an argumentative email criticizing the ‘poor’ performance of the junior class. I quote “Some highlights: essays were pretty weak – overall grade average was 81.2 which I curved up to 82.”

While he did provide basis for his criticisms the fact remains that over 161 students are in his classes and if there were overwhelmingly unanimous faults, logic would presume that some fault lies with the faculty and test design. I had never realized how important achieving an exact 82 average was to our faculty. I was not aware that such an innovative school encouraged their faculty to place conformity and rigid academic grading policies above learning.

Another touchy issue in IME 3 was professionalism. In our Managerial Accounting courses, our professors supposedly gave every student a grade from 0-4 every class based on how many times students answered questions. If on average three questions per student yielded a four for that day and each question took an average of 30 seconds the ask and answer over 60 minutes of the class would be spent on Q & A.

Babson spends an enormous amount of resources trying to improve its curriculum; basic business practice would be to consult the actual customers (i.e. students).

I would like to add that this feeling of mistrust and overall confusion not only lies within me but with countless other members of the junior class. It is evident that there is an enforced curve on campus without the knowledge or consent of the student body. While grade inflation may be an issue at other schools, I have never seen or heard of any faculty member at Babson artificially inflating grades. This preemptive and aggressive strategy only leads to Babson graduates having difficulties competing versus top tier business schools. Babson does not have a sufficiently strong enough brand to allow their students to not concern themselves with their GPAs.

What does Babson gain from lowering the GPAs of its students?

Concerned Babson Student,

Snarl Henderson (name changed to protect the innocent)

props to crapmaster, as i too have been awaiting this day. the day where i get to at least make some effort to shoot a rocket into the ass of the war monger known as babson. Princeton review is going to get one helluva review from me. with any luck at all, they’ll contact me wanting a personal interview… fuck this school, i cannot wait to take this survey.

I’ve been waiting for this day for 3 years!

The Dean just sent out an email letting everyone know that Princeton Review and BusinessWeek will be conducting online surveys…

Here’s part of the e-mail:

“I’m writing to give you a very important heads up about an upcoming opportunity to influence how your school appears in the rankings.”

Music to my ears! These are two surveys I’m actually looking forward to! (As other Babson students know, we are bombarded with e-mails asking us to take surveys on a daily basis.)

I urge all of you to share your true feelings about Babson!

- Crapmaster

P.S. I’ve just gotten word that Babson is nervous! An inside source has confirmed that top administration is concerned about the rankings in the social life category.

THEY SHOULD BE!!

….. hang on, let me collect my rage for a moment….

ok there we go, breath….

i can see pipes in my residence hall. PIPES hanging from the ceiling and in my bathroom. $168,000 and four years of GODDAMN PIPES! fuck the old dorms and those who live in them, lets decide to build a state of the art dorm, that looks at students and mocks them as they watch it being erected. i loathe those high powered, low energy consumption fourescent lights. i loathe just seeing the beams of iron, of the fence that surrounds it. i will loathe every single person that is living in them next year. i loate it mostly in the morning when i am woken up by the “absolutely necessary” noises of construction at 6 OCLOCK IN THE MORNING after having gone to bed a 3 becuase i had been up all night studying. its now about 2 in the afternoon… silence outside. nothing but the trees creaking and the leaves rustling. why… please tell me, of why! in gods name, would the majority of construction take place between the hours of 6 am and 10 am…. clanking, hammereing, explosions, detonations, dumping, beeping, more explosions, youd think theyre testing goddamn nuclear bombs down there or something.

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I think the “art work” displayed on the walls here at Babson is a perfect example of the complete lack of culture here at Babson. the cocoon. wow. some strings. cool. the thing looks like some cracked out 5th grader got his hands on too much dental floss. every time I walk by it I either want to cut it down, or fix it. it straight up looks unfinished. I don’t want to go to the opening of it, because I don’t want to make the artist cry by pounding criticisms into her face. what is it supposed to be commenting on? don’t get me wrong, I know that not all art is supposed to comment on something, but at least have it look cool, or be innovative in some way shape or form as to instill any kind of emotional connection with a viewer. theres nothing innovative about it. however, if the artist tripled the amount of time and string that were used, then that might show some kind of effort. or perhaps is something was “cocooned” into the insides of the piece.

something else that definitely gets the blood flowing, would have to be those miraculous sculpture things on the walls of tomasso. I don’t even know how to classify it. theres bits of wire, mesh, construction equipment, and things like that all woven intricately together on different 3dimensional planes, mounted vertically like a painting on a wall. I don’t even want to talk about that any more. I know exactly why there is a lack of a creative influence here on this campus. Babson, being a business school, attracts business oriented minds. minds that already know the ins and outs of arithmetic, but haven’t even heard of Monet or Manet, let alone could define the differences in the two.

so moving on to the most recent contracted artistic endevour by i think our “live in artist” (even more pathetic is that this god forsaken school now has to import our artists, as they have realized theyve shot themselves in the hypothetical foot by recruiting cookie cutter drones that they can cram with income statements, balance sheets, and cash flows, wind them up and kick them in a direction once graduated and say “FAREWELL MY LOVELY PEONS! DONT FORGET TO DONATE!”). ANYways, the sticks. jesus mary mother and joseph, the sticks. what is it? a canoe? a vaginal opening? or just a bonfire that hasnt been lit yet. what would be more artistic than a bundle of sticks sitting in the brown dirt, not standing out at all, would be if i burned them. that way all that persons “hard work” and effort (if you can call it that) that went into piling stripped sticks up into some kind of empty peapod shape would at least heat some homeless people for a night, or maybe i can cook some scrumptious smores over the blaze. not to mention the metaphors of creation of of distruction. those sticks would be more useful to be recycled into nature to feed a tree than they are right now. you want to do nature art? check out an artist by the name of andy goldsworthy. if you want compete with that genius, step off.

~sero

we don’t have a bar scene within walking or short driving distance. well i guess theres boston, but my god, is it hard to navigate this city. last call at 2am? are you for real? then when you end up taking a bus or the T home, you wind up at the invigorating Wellesley college, or woodland hills, yet another car ride away from home.

why isn’t there a bus (a large bus) that Babson offers that goes directly into boston, drops us off somewhere, then picks us up late night, and comes back DIRECTLY to Babson? I use the word directly, bc yes I know there is some bus that leaves here or some crap like that, but it brings your to Wellesley, then Harvard, then MIT, then dallas, then munich, then anchorage, when is it getting to boston!? not only do I now have to waste two hours of my night just getting there, but i’ve sobered up bc I drank all of my road soda, and its making it that much harder to deal with these Harvard pricks who think they’re all godsends. id rather strap a Styrofoam helmet on, be loaded into a howitzer, cross my fingers, and hope that I land in front of a bar that isn’t going to take away my 6th fake ID in the past month.

~sero