It's half past midnight. I have just come home from school after a long walk through a foresty neighborhood. Suddenly I felt this tenderness flying around in the air. As this mystical wind blew, I decided to pause my individual report for Strategy. The MBA suddenly became soft. The past 50 days have been a softening process, of time, of humanity, of everything in my life that I can touch and feel. Seriously? Don't people think of an MBA as stainless steel? Tough, cold, shiny and unbreakable.
One of our first, most salient memories of INSEAD is sitting around a table covered in markers and butcher paper, nervously smiling at group mates that still qualified as strangers. We were in our very first session for the Personal Leadership Development Programme (PLDP), during our first weeks on campus, participating in a form of psychotherapy: utilising art to tap into the subconscious.
Dear All, Time spent at INSEAD is indeed strange. It passes so quickly and yet it feels like eternity. While I’ve only just got settled here, a wintry Europe is a distant memory for me already. Weeks are passing, they are packed with experiences, and we are approaching the end of the first period.
In finance, a plum is a choice investment, or an asset that outperforms other comparable assets. A plum is contrasted to a lemon, a disappointing investment in which your expected return is not even close to being achieved. (source: Investopedia) A plum sounds very much like an INSEAD student. It has been two months since I started my MBA journey at INSEAD, and one of the things that has really caught my attention is the outstanding intellectual calibre of my colleagues (and I am a picky person!).
In October 2016, on a Saturday morning, I was standing in front of 500+ alumni; ready to deliver my speech during the Alumni Reunion. I have always dreaded public speaking. Yet there I was, completely out of my comfort zone, preparing to speak to batches of INSEAD alumni who had graduated at least 25 years ago.
Here we are, at the middle point. Five months ago, we knew nothing of these grounds; we hadn’t even set foot in this forest. Five months. That’s all it is, and that’s all it takes. So what has changed? I’d like to say a few grey hairs and perhaps a few extra pounds, but that would probably be half a lie. Or half the truth for that matter. B-School for the world where we study with 90 other nationalities: this surely is bound to create a certain disorder—even a mess. Or does it?