I’ve been transferring a lot of posts from my old MBA blog across in the last couple of days, so it’s fresh in my mind what I was thinking when I first applied to do an MBA back in late 2003…
Three years of effort, intense study, a love affair that preoccupied me but eventually didn’t last. My entire net worth. High temper, great friends, the jungle, dawn taiji, Beijing, a wonderful experience at Tsinghua. Despair and exhaustion.
If I’d known what lay ahead of me, back then in 2003, would I still have applied? I think so.
Today I graduate. Then, that’s it; the MBA is finally, officially, over and done with.
