The prospective graduate students are coming next weekend. How do I know, you may ask? There are many telltale signs: the couches in the playroom and the TV lounge were cleaned earlier this week. The maps and posters along the hallways are now perfectly alligned. Frightening faculty members all have their plane tickets in hand, about to depart for esoteric conferences in exotic locales. The lab is trying to look attractive.

But is it worth it? Let us look at previous classes (by entrance date) and see what they have done for the lab.

1996: Who are you? Where are you? Why aren't you coming to GSB? Why didn't you participate more in the olympics?

1995: An impish bunch of grad students, with a slightly acidic after-taste. Good with veal or chicken.

1994: AI students from this class are well on their way to finishing their masters. Theory students from this class are well on their way to getting tenure.

1993: Decent GSB participation, decent olympic participation.

1992: also known as the "get your masters and get the hell out" class.

1991: haven't you graduated yet? Why are you reading this instead of working on your thesis? Go!

1990: The majority of these students are selling pencils on the corner, but they fondly recall their days hacking LaTex. Thanks to them, we can easily include figures anywhere we want to. Bravo.

Anybody who came in before 1990 can get their degree at this week's

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7th floor playroom March 14, 1997 5:30 pm