Word: modelling
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John V. Lintner, Gund Professor of Economics and Business Administration died in June in an automobile accident in Cambridge at the age of 67. He was widely known in financial and academic communities for his major contribution to the capital-asset pricing model, a method of estimating an investment's future value. Lintner headed the University's joint Ph.D. program in economics and business for 15 years. He also served as a consultant to the Treasury Department under both Democratic and Republican administrations...
...quit Harvard seven years ago, after completing my freshman year, to become a fashion model, I did so to escape the entire mental process. The monumental intellectual confidence which I'd towed into the Yard at the beginning of Freshman Week had flaked, chipped, and then crumbled to dust during the following months. Rejection from a freshman seminar, encounters with disdainful professors, mindboggling conversations with Presidential scholars, along with the first C-plus of my life, had the combined effort of linking thinking and misery together in my mind...
...struggling model in Paris, I experienced the futility of trying to apply New England rules of good behavior to the wrong environment. All of the by-then ingrained qualities which had made me a teacher's pet in prep school--discipline, organization, punctuality--were spurious currency in a community fueled by spontaneity, in which models wandered into shootings late and relied on after-hours socializing to advance professionally. Rejection as a model cut more deeply than rejection as a student because it was myself--my face, my figure, my smile--being rebuffed, sometimes tactfully, often abruptly, on a daily basis...
...agonized at home in Rhode Island over the grand alternatives of returning to a mediocre school experience or counting failure as a model in one more city, my grandparents phoned. For the 20th time since I'd left Harvard, they deluged me with dire predictions of what kind of future lay in store for a college dropout--no job, no money, no place in society, no friends, and, of course, no respect from Korean relatives. I was galvanized. School was definitely out of the question. I moved to New York immediately...
Manhattan was the perfect antidote to Paris--lucrative and enjoyable from the very first week. And in further contrast to laissez-faire France, the chew 'em up, spit 'em out nature of the fashion business in New York demanded discipline, organization and punctuality from a model. More significantly, however, after my hapless period in Paris I had resolved to stop sabotaging myself with sullenness and instead to practice stretching out a smile, no matter how I felt inside. A silly idea, perhaps; but looking back, I believe it had a catalytic effect on the people around me, which in turn...