Like a typical college student, I’m on a budget. While I enjoy treating myself to a real, non–dining hall meal or a new pair of sandals from Zappos every once in a while, the fact is that gold is not raining down on me. Sooner or later, I’m going to be broke, and I can kiss those let’s–go–to–Pod–to–celebrate–nothing dinners goodbye. The simple solution would be to find a job, but with a rigorous schedule and a myriad of extracurriculars there’s just no time — and I can forget asking my parents because they would probably shoot me.
Then I found the solution: Wharton Behavioral Labs.
Obviously, anything involving Wharton has to do with money, but what does money have to do with behavioral labs? Well, Wharton has set up a number of panels regarding business–related research where students can take part in experimental and observational studies. For his or her time, each student is given $10 or more in payment. In other words, Wharton is paying you 10 smackaroos to sit on your ass and take some surveys.
While beneficial and insightful to the Whartonites who crafted them, these surveys are great for you too. One of the last ones I took measured my leadership capability and told me I was born to lead! Not only am I 10 dollars richer, but I’m also probably going to be President one day! A past behavioral lab involved singing karaoke (yes, you heard me right, karaoke) for an extended period of time. When is the last time someone paid you to screech “Like A Virgin” into a microphone? For me it was last week, and I freaking nailed it. Get at me, “Glee” (but don’t actually, because I think your show sucks).
I stroll over to Steiny D or Huntsman at least once a week for the labs, slowly but surely accumulating a nice little sum of spending money. While I know that this cannot become a steady source of income in the long run, for now I enjoy opening my wallet to find a crisp $10 bill rather than a stray piece of lint.
