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A Year at IMD: August

Coming back from summer holiday, August is the last concerted push in the MBA Auditorium with an integrated module (this year was the stakeholder module) and the kick-off of the International Consulting Projects (ICP):

01 Aug - Happy Swiss Day!
02 Aug - Rogue Trader
03 Aug - Where Are They Now? Diary Writer Alum Ariwoola
04 Aug - The Career Search
05 Aug - What IMD Means to Me: Real Learning
06 Aug - Visiting the Aletsch Glacier
07 Aug - Coming Back to Life
08 Aug - A Simple Philosophical Question
09 Aug - Bad Companies, Good Companies
10 Aug - Choosing IMD
11 Aug - Five Speeches
12 Aug - The Future of the Manager
13 Aug - Who is Bob Smith?
14 Aug - Coming Down the Mountain
15 Aug - INDIA
16 Aug - Remembering the MBA Auditorium
17 Aug - The International Consulting Project (ICP)
18 Aug - The Dynamic Learning Network
19 Aug - Deja Vu
20 Aug - You've Got a Case
21 Aug - London Calling
22 Aug - Happy Birthday Rahul!
23 Aug - Dispatches from London
24 Aug - Back to Work (again)
25 Aug - A Tale of 243 Days
26 Aug - The Career Strategy
27 Aug - So What?
28 Aug - Onward to Brussels
29 Aug - Under Pressure
30 Aug - Missing Lunch
31 Aug - Just Another Day

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