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Google, Laser Focus and Cold-Emailing Ben Horowitz Rap Lyrics: A Wharton Profile of Roger Chen, WG16

Many of you might not know who Roger Chen is, or would even recognize him if you saw him.  This is perhaps an unfortunate side effect of dedicating yourself to work, a project or an organization independent of the Wharton experience.  And yet, this fact, and the lack of public and consistent praise received from


A book review and a love letter

Let’s get one thing straight before we start. I don’t like Ezra Klein. I love Ezra Klein. Not because people say the neoliberal heartthrob is as charming as he is handsome (although all those things are true!) and not because I often agree with positions of the center-left technocrat (I actively try to read people


Moving Forward from Volume 60, Number 21

Speaking Volumes When newspapers put out an edition, two numbers are kept alongside the date of publication for historic timekeeping. The first, volume, signifies how many years the publication has been in print. The second, number, indicates how many issues that specific volume published. Well, for the past year The Wharton Journal has been printed

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Of Calculators and China Dolls

On my last day of work before business school, one of my colleagues and good friends stepped into my office to say farewell. She wished me the best of luck at “that fancy school”, and then casually mentioned that while my newly hired replacement was quite capable, he “just wasn’t Asian” and so she was

Emily Chau-web

Finding a Home at Wharton

Let’s name drop. When I went to Harvard, I was surrounded by the one percent of the one percent: Blankfeins, Wassersteins, Kushners­­—even one guy who was famous for being on a crappy reality TV show. But as an 18-year-old aspiring journalist who didn’t know what Investment Banking was—let alone who ran Goldman Sachs—I formed lifelong

Brian Vo-web

The Math of Me

“I am 1/16 French, 15/16 Vietnamese.” The phrase rolls off my tongue when I introduce myself, along with my name and where I grew up. Earlier in life, I struggled with this simple descriptor. When people asked, “What are you?” their puzzled expressions seemed to scream, “Where do you belong?” When I was younger, I