Writing Supplement: Amy Qin ’20
“Your mission, agent, should you choose to accept it: infiltrate the business sphere, and weed out any injustice you find.” The communicator crackled to life unexpectedly.
I jumped, hurriedly checking the new mission file. ‘Objective: Infiltrate and investigate a region of high business activity for unscrupulousness.’
The voice from the communicator continued, “Your base of operations will be at Babson College, where you will train and report to your fellow agents and me.”
Upon mention of my meeting point, images of tall, stoic-looking men in dark business suits, chanting the creeds of Wall Street and the NYSE, paraded around my mind. My brows furrowed. “But why is Babson my base of operation—aren’t they a capitalist hub themselves? Wouldn’t I do much better in a small liberal arts school dedicated to humanities and social justice?”
The voice sighed. “Why not Babson? It’s the ideal place to learn the actual tools of the trade from professors who are passionately dedicated to teaching. Perfect for specialty training, wouldn’t you say? And—”
“And great for blending in. Who would suspect that advocates for change in the business world be based in a prestigious business school?” I relaxed a bit, my own words resonating around my mind. It seemed like a worthwhile mission, no doubt, but I still had a few qualms. “Isn’t a name like Agents of Social Change a bit obvious though?”
Once again, the voice wasted no time correcting my misgivings. “That might be our official name, but we operate under a number of alias organizations within Babson. Some of our top agents are professors of justice, citizenship, and social responsibility. We also have a group of agents under the Office of Faith and Service, among other clubs and activities. In that sense, we’re not exactly very covert at Babson, if that’s what you mean.”
“So Babson isn’t just a base of operations for future corrupt entrepreneurs, huh?” “No,” returned the voice, flatly.
Finally, it all came together. This mission sparked the same passion that I felt when I first had thoughts of becoming an agent. The desire to develop a positive influence on the business world, to examine why income inequality and the wage gap were so prevalent in the society, to help rectify these pervasive issues instead of simply recognizing their injustice. I want access to the tools that can more readily put my aspirations of understanding and improving the lives of the underprivileged into practice.
I want to find a place, as an economically liberal girl, in what is otherwise perceived as a prestigious institution accessible mainly to conservative men. I want to prove that I can wield my privilege to fight the inherent justice that afflicts the less-fortunate.
Am I ready for this? I steel my nerves and speak. “Mission accepted.”