Reflections two-thirds into P1
I remember quite well my first day of school in the US. I was almost eight years old, and had only moved a month prior after growing up most of my life in Brussels. Despite months of anticipation and excitement to start a new, “American” life, that morning, as I entered the school grounds, looking around at the throng of children running around in the courtyard yelling at each other a strange gibberish of French, English, and god-knows-what-else, utter panic took hold of me. It finally hit me that I was in a new country and school, and that I knew nobody in this strange place.
From Peace Corps to INSEAD: How I Got Here
It must have been sometime in early February, one afternoon while sitting in my office at World Vision Georgia in a small town east of Tbilisi, when I received the call that I had been admitted to INSEAD’s MBA programme. I quickly betrayed the cool I kept while on the phone with the INSEAD admissions representative by sending my fellow Peace Corps friends all cap messages using my agency-provided, T-9 typing Nokia phone.
Zero Taxes vs Social Impact - A Letter to Pauline
Below is Pauline's latest email:
“Raconte.” One word that calls for many. Pauline is French and she lives in Paris. She is a friend of mine, and a former colleague. We used to work for the same newspaper, she as a journalist and I as an art director. Her one-word e-mail means roughly: "Tell me how it goes". When I first read it, my reaction was panic: Time has been so scarce since the MBA has started! I was about to write back: "all great — will tell you all next year — love— C."
