Future Lives of Ivy Leaguers | Jackson Blaufeld
A work of fiction and/or satire. Feels important to put that here, for the lawyers
The NCAA is very fond of reminding you that most of the student-athletes involved in its multi-billion dollar cash cow operation will be going pro in something other than sports. In the case of those leaving with Ivy League degrees, this is a good thing—they’ll go on to be captains of industry or senators or white-collar criminals or something equally profitable, and shape the future of the nation. I hope they do a good job.
But what might that look like? Lets hop in the time machine, Marty. Where we’re going, we don’t need “roads.” We just need a little peak at what our favorite Ivy Leaguers get up to in the future.
Jackson Blaufeld had always been a planner. That’s what had made him a successful student-athlete at Dartmouth, what helped him earn his philosophy degree and what made law school something of a breeze for him while others struggled. Jackson had contingencies, plans on plans, opening a window if a door slammed shut and hopping out with nary a hiccup to the overall goals.
It all rolled merrily along, for a while. Cum Laude at UMass law. A sweet entry-level gig at one of Boston’s larger firms on the recommendation of the judge he’d spent a few years clerking for. A ring—an enviable ring—on the finger of Robin Sawchick a couple years later, all the while on the rise at the firm. He was never going to be a partner, but he was making in-roads with fellow rising stars across the city and the industry. They’d talked about opening their own shop, one they could take from cradle to wild success, to really put their stamp on the world and their descendants on the path to being old-money in a few generations.
Old money is where it’s at. Old money has land, equity, holdings, bonds, a cottage on the Cape. New money has to keep scrapping to get there. Jackson wasn’t going to be new money for long if he could help it.