Not because you think you passed (you probably didn’t?), but because it’s over and you don’t have to think about this thing again for a few months, at which time you’ll receive your results and either a) slit your wrists or b) decide to give up another million hours of your life for the next level, all in the pursuit of adding three little debatably valuable letters to your b-card (when you should really just add SMD and be done with it). Here’s freak-out boy’s recap of the day:
I took it in Boston, and let me tell you, it was rough. It all started with the setting: The Boston Convention Center, where a decent cup of coffee has never been heard of. There was a whole lot of people that had been up all night, obvi carrying formula sheets and what not. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits after the first half, except for the twitchy kid that sat next to me. I am pretty sure he was licking meth off pieces of tinfoil the whole time.
After being subjected to some horrible $10 food-court fare we all headed back for round two, with our chins up. It seemed, however, that something was not quite right. It was kind of like a scene after the first day of college, when all the hungover freshmen devour some caf fare only to be running for the latrines within the hour. After that, morale was low. It was way too cold and windy to smoke cigarettes during the break and people started dropping. I know by the end I was too tired to really give a fuck. I heard a lot of self-pity sighs. By the time we were left out it was snowing / sleeting / raining and we had pretty good winds. Where so many people arrived caffeinated and full of excitement, thinking about their future as BSDs partying it up and scoring model pussy; everybody left broken, tired, cold and so alone. It was somber. I didn’t even bother with a celebratory bottle of bubbly at Centerfolds, I just went home hit up Fleshbot.
The exam itself though? Not that bad. Fixed income seemed to go into exceptional depth where as everything else stayed in the shallow end. It’s just a long fucking time.
OK, joking aside, the funniest thing was all the people who have loved ones (friends/family/SOs) who were waiting outside for them with big hugs like it was the fucking airport or they were coming back from war.
as a chinese guy the thing i care the least are tests
@1 me too. i just care about cock, in my mouth at all times.
-andrea tong
people actually take these tests? i just read the books and bang it out whenever i need to
-VP
MBA, no contest.
That was me. And it wasn’t meth. Meth is for MBAs. That was PCP.
CFA exams are pretty easy and really don’t require excessive studying. i’m guessing this guy and anyone who stayed up overnight didn’t pass.
@6 dead wrong. you don’t have to be that smart but they require hundreds of hours of memorization.
Too LSO, didn’t read
@8 not at all, but thanks for playing.
8,
Don’t worry. You still have two years before leaving NYU. I’m sure things will turn around by then.
Fleshbot post CFA is the new Killing It
Ha ha ha ha hah….. uhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha , uhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha
- Columbia MBA
@12 – you have “Administration” in your title. A real shame you had to schlep above 100th street for a few years to learn how to push papers around and learn a few buzz words like “Sustainability.”
Side note, that eye-witness in Boston – try not to sound so desperate for a few laughs next time, just get to the point….and have one.
The Bar Exam is a test…CFA, not so much.
CFA != BSD
In terms of industry value and income-generating ability, it is debatable between whether to chase the CFA or MBA. But come on, in terms of what you actually have to go through, the CFA is way more brutal. Getting an MBA at Harvard, for example, consists mostly of hanging out at Hong Kong House for supposed “bonding” group functions and scorpion bowling, getting drunk on how important you feel, and banging Beantown undergrads because they are in awe of your HBS name tag. Then you somehow pull off a 3.5 GPA anyway because the coursework is basically the same as when you were an undergrad. CFA consists of having absolutely no life because you are studying volumes of financial minutia for four months straight. And then you still might not pass. But if you do, it’s another half year of no life, irritability, and knowing all the while that the dividend discount model is about as useful as a man’s teet. So come to think of it, the MBA is way better.
My teet’s are very useful. I suck on them all the time.
-Dennis Kneale
I have nipples focker. Can you milk me?
@16 stop sharing the secrets of higher education with everyone
You’re screwing with the mystique
Not only did I get my CFA, but they also let me skip straight to level III.
- JC
I think I was treated for CFA at the clinic last week.
@16
“banging Beantown undergrads because they are in awe of your HBS name tag.”
The beantown hotties? They exist? I mean I’ve only been a few times and so I’m no expert on the matter but I don’t recall a single decent looking girl. The pale blonde/redheads do it for you? Every girl there looks like they haven’t seen daylight in thier lifetime.
@22
you are obviously gay
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