scaring the crap out of the undergrads.

As recruiting season for MBA1s and MBA2s comes to a close, some of my more ambitious colleagues have declared this month as "Moustache March." The Ross Burt Reynolds Club is sponsoring the first annual facial hair growing contest, featuring three divisions (Neanderthal, Normal, and Pre-Pubescent) and a litany of rules and regulations.

The outcome? A Ross male population that looks more like a police academy than a group of the future business leaders of America. Yours truly is in the weak sauce division, as it would take me approximately six months to grow anything that could be loosely defined as a caterpillar. To see photo documentation and other contest guidelines click here. Then hide the women and children.