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Diatribe: Selling Your Soul to Corporate America

The Gavel's Diatribe acts as the satirical medium for short rants over topics ranging from complete triviality to utmost importance.

Last Thursday, Conte Forum filled to the brim with students eager to partake in the most sought after event of the year. BU/BC hockey matchup, might you guess? Or perhaps it's the annual Pops Concert: Jennifer Hudson is that you?! No my friends, the event in question is none other than THE Fall Career and Internship Fair.

Students from every academic discipline, freshmen through seniors, and veterans to newcomers alike rummaged through their closets to find their most finely pressed suits and shiny shoes. They had to ensure that companies knew they were ready for business, and if they weren't, well, they were at least going to appear fashion forward.

As undergrads filed in like lab rats in a science experiment, corporations down below blushed at the sight of eager Eagles ready to sell themselves away in exchange for a few more LinkedIn connections. Back and forth and back and forth students circled, dropping off resumes, shaking hands with possible employers, and making themselves stand out in a crowd of clones by saying that they too have volunteered while at BC.

The career fair is popular for another reason as well: all the free gear. I mean come on, when else can you snag a free bag, water bottle, notepad, candy, and a monogrammed eos chapstick? While the cost of attendance at BC may be high, at least the university can persuade these multi-million dollar companies to bring a few free toys for us broke college students to play with.

Despite the excitement, by 5 p.m., a flock of coffee-stained suits could be seen descending Conte's infamous stairwell. It's always a sad sight, as students realize that adulthood is on the horizon. They must come to grips with the fact that most of these companies will toss their resumes into discard piles immediately upon return to their pristinely well-lit offices. On the bright side, however, the "I adulted" stickers distributed at the end were a nice tribute to a day's hard work. Now all the slackers who didn't attend the fair could be constantly reminded of how behind the eight-ball their fellow Eagles really are.

When we were little, our parents told us that when we grew up we could be anything that we wanted to be. The Fall Career and Internship Fair teaches us that if we wear the right clown suit and wait long enough in line (is anyone even attending discussion today?), maybe we can be.