A Tribute to the Junior NEEVer

Lost in the rooms adjoining the Neev room can we be found. Experiencing the inanimate thrill of being a call center agent.

The junior NEEVer is he, who sat back in the assembly hall and watched the senior team present the NEEV committee to him. He sat back in awe as he suddenly realized which committee he wants to join.

The junior NEEVer is he, who was locked in a room for what seemed like eternity as he endured entire freshman year of senior related, shall we say, “interactions”, in a few minutes.

The junior NEEVer is he who fought with his own batchmates in GDs and tasks as he strived to be the one selected.

The junior NEEVer is he who endured review after review of his performance and constantly felt guilty about not living up to a standard he felt was necessary in this exclusive cult.

The junior NEEVer is he who wants to carve out a spot for himself among this group of insane, fun loving, never say die attitude filled bulls, who continue to set a standard and precedent every single year.

The junior NEEVer is he who eats chingles. Ok that is just this year’s junior NEEVers.

This year’s Junior NEEVers are all this and much more.

Three months into our anointment into this cult called NEEV and it’s not hard to see the difference in ourselves. The best part is, even greater things now lay ahead. We have taken stress tests, cold calling rejections, and monotonous frustrations and are still here ready to rage.

This year, the junior team is here… to Surge.