I went to a prestigious Ivy League university. One summer, I took an internship working with a bunch of Harvard kids in NYC. I remember thinking it was kind of odd that they were all Harvard kids except for me, but it was a good opportunity with a good company and great potential networking, so didn’t think too much of it.

About a week in, I found out that the kid who was really running the operation was the son of the guy who owned the company. Who owned the floor. Who owned the building. And he had absolutely no clue what he was doing.

We had a saying at my school: “The hardest part about Harvard is getting in.”