This could be you.

Normally, I avoid Huntsman at all costs.  Between the creepy mood lighting, the stench of OCR and two ABPs in one building, it’s precisely the wrong kind of sensory overload.

There are exceptions, however. Last semester I was forced into the Death Star every Friday morning at 10 a.m. for STAT recitation. (Pure. Joy.) And just about every group on campus opts to use a swanky Wharton classroom to cue up the PowerPoint of the week. (Can you stop doing that?)

But the most enjoyable exception to my crippling Huntsman aversion is the opportunity, some might say privilege, “to contribute to Wharton’s reputation for excellence in academic research and enhance our ability to attract and retain the very best scholars.”

And by “contribute to Wharton’s reputation for excellence,” I mean “make 10 bucks as a guinea pig.” It’s only fitting that money is what gets me through the door once a week.

Nestled in a dark corner of everyone’s favorite building lies the Wharton Behavioral Lab, staffed by a rotating cast of friendly Eastern European women just waiting to give you 10 smackers for a mere 30 to 40 minutes of your time. (Or 20 minutes if you are a big, fat cheater). (more…)