It’s our last weekend before the final presentation. I’m happy to have all our work neatly fitted onto brightly colored PowerPoint slides. However I’m saddened to think that after Tuesday 5.00 PM, perhaps none of the ideas that my SCP team and I have grown to care about will be carried through and treated the way we’d envisioned. Of course this sounds overly sentimental. I mean, hello this is just work! People tell me all the time, that as long as I am remunerated well, I should be happy. I suppose deep underneath it all, I’m anxious to know what is the quality of our summer’s work. The quality is good, to be sure, but will it ultimately make a meaningful difference in helping our firm make a wise capital commitment? I’m itching to know.

 Yesterday evening our supervisors took us out to a relaxed, multi-lingual, white table cloth restaurant in Chelsea called Chutney Mary. The eight of us went around the table describing what our dreams in life are or have been. I was moved by how honest and personal we all were. Our discussions were healing and our ideas were soulful. That dinner is one that I’ll compare all other dinners to.  My SCP team and I didn’t anticipate having such an intimate experience with our summer employers, and now, more than ever, we feel the fates are on our side, helping us to meet incredible minds and big hearts.