The first term of the Manchester MBA is now officially over. Five exams in four days have been successfully (I hope!) negotiated, ten-thousand word reports have been submitted, celebratory beers have been drunk and temporary farewells wished. Continue reading
24 hours on from the climax of the Manchester MBA’s Venture Capital Investment Competition (VCIC) school heat and I’m still numb with fatigue and disappointment. Our team came within a gnat’s leg hair of snatching the prize. First place was tied with another team so it went to a judges vote. We were pipped to the title on a split decision. 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:
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.