Not strictly relevant to the Manchester MBA but welcome to the first installment of an irregular series of blog posts where I give my (admittedly ill-informed) thoughts on one of the economic issues of the day.
These posts are not meant to be an in depth analysis of the issue at hand, nor do they necessarily represent the exact views of the author.They have not been thought through to a final conclusion, they are merely are an attempt to throw a curve ball at a subject that all too often is over-complicated by professional economists. Continue reading
The full time MBA at Manchester has finally started in anger. The pre-MBA stage with its fun in the rain at Brathay and gentle warm ups in Accounting is no more. We’re now a week into the real thing. For those of you who aren’t familiar with what the first term at MBS involves, here’s a quick run down:
Three days back from the Manchester MBA Brathay experience and I’m only just starting to recover from the exhaustion induced by three days of adrenaline-fueled high-jinks, liver abuse and lack of sleep all mingled with that great Lake District leveller – the inclement weather. Continue reading
Wide-eyed ingenues wandering around the university keen to pick up their free pizzas, pot plants and ‘Take me to your dealer’ posters. The dwindling remnants of their adolescent angst and sexual desperation wafting in their wake. They are in the big city now and are ready to let it rip.
They have, however, brought an infectious energy to the place. We are now no longer just studious, diligent MBA’s. We have the younger generation to nip at our heels and remind us that, despite our desire to learn and achieve, life is after all, about fun.
Two weeks into the Manchester MBA and the promised wave of work still hasn’t fully broken onto our heads yet. I’m certainly busy but still have enough time to record these reflections for you. Continue reading
Not strictly MBA related but thought I’d use this forum to share one of my other recent pastimes:
Two and a half years ago I was sitting, bleary eyed, on my sofa, waiting for the appropriate hour to wake and feed my then six month old daughter. I was watching an ITV documentary on the UK pension situation which was discussing how most of the country would be virtually penniless once they reached retirement age. Whether it was the tiredness or the growing hopelessness of the impending crisis, from somewhere came a flash of inspiration. I finally had my idea for the novel I always told myself I would write. Continue reading
So, one week down, 75ish still to go. Several lectures, one ticking off for lateness and one drinking session at Revolution on Oxford Road, all crossed off the list.
How do I feel at this first milestone in my MBA mission? If I’m honest, I still have that nagging feeling of uncertainty eating away at me. Have I made the right decision? Am I wasting my time here? Continue reading
Funny thing, friends. When you’re young you can’t seem to stop making them. They just seem to attach themselves to you like post-it notes to the back of the class stooge. When you get older, it becomes more strenuous. It’s almost like the position of “friend” becomes closed. You are no longer accepting applications.
Its over. The first day of the rest of my life.The Manchester MBA. And I just feel drained like a shrivelled lemon husk.
Why? It’s not as if I had to think too much. The day mainly consisted of listening to academic & business members of MBS say their various pieces, laying down the rules and giving us a flavour of what we will be learning (Marketing, Accounting, Finance and Economics during the first term if you’re interested). Continue reading
Since my first post last week, a few of you have contacted me and asked for advice on the GMAT test. I was fortunate enough to get a score of 750 on the exam but don’t let that fool you into thinking I have a magic bullet that will help you get to the heady heights of 700+. Sadly the secret is nothing more than practice, practice and practice again. Continue reading