Less than 100 days left of INSEAD. Reality is kicking in. Recruiters are milling all over campus. Suits and ties, groomed hair and go-getter heels have replaced the relaxed student attire of jeans and a t-shirt. All of a sudden I discover a new side to my classmates, another facet of their identities. Identity. Such a powerful, yet very ambiguous, word. Our identity was created at birth, and has since that day been with us, wherever we go. Still, when I think about my identity, it has a sense of unfamiliarity to it, like something unknown yet to be discovered.
Had someone told me before the start of the programme that some of my greatest learnings from INSEAD would be during P4-5 (when the academics is almost over), I would have laughed in their face. However, it turned out to be true! Every day, talking to employers and “trying on” a certain role in an organisation, I reflect on my motivations, past experiences and plans for the future. A year ago I thought I’d just get a very nice international degree, will learn some basic business subjects and will ultimately be able to read The Financial Times without a dictionary.
I managed the whole INSEAD application process while preparing my wedding and juggling a few major projects at work. Everything went smoothly and I was accepted. I was indeed overwhelmed by the excitement and was really looking forward to the experience, until… … my father-in-law found out about it. Well, I didn’t tell him earlier not because I wanted to hide it from him, but because I really wanted to make sure that everything (especially finance) was properly sorted out before breaking the news.