Here in Fontainebleau, there is a crossing in front of the INSEAD campus. Every day, it is easy to spot several INSEADers waiting for the streetlight to turn green, ready to rush into school. People are often in a hurry and late for class, and often try to gain a bunch of seconds by crossing on the red light, to the delight of the local drivers.
I checked the front page of my exam sheets again. Yup, I had filled in my exam number. No need to recheck the answers though; I know that I don’t know what I don’t know, and it’s useless to spend another hour inside the amphi. Once I stepped outside, it was official: my P3 had ended.
Cold. Wet. Drained of energy. My heart pumping fast. My legs giving way. My mind experiencing a brain fog. Feeling the most vulnerable I’ve felt in a very long time. But at the same time, elated, ecstatic, in utter disbelief, and overjoyed. This was the state of my mind and body when I summitted Mount Kinabalu, my first major mountain, at 4,100m.
I’ve decided to change the way I keep account of my time here at INSEAD- I have now transitioned effectively from weeks to days (I did start with months). In the daily rush to make it to classes, finish assignments, buy the tickets for the next house party and writing cover letters, it’s quite easy to lose track of how quickly P1 and P2 have flown by. In the rampant pace that INSEAD throws at us, what I find truly remarkable is our ability find time and establish bonds with people who perhaps have nothing in common.
And suddenly your phone is ringing... After months of hard work towards perfecting your MBA application, all applicants are waiting for "the call”. I still remember when I got the call from France: “Congratulations you got accepted into INSEAD”. There are no words to describe the excitement that I felt at that moment. It still feels like it was just yesterday. I got the call on a Wednesday at 8.20am, I was with my father, at home.