INSEAD MBA -- At some time you'd like to compose a poem for it
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.