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A Year at IMD: May

May is a time for big events and final exams - start-up projects, the design challenge, and our last major tests in the program. It is also a race to the end of the most intense part of the program, when energy levels start reaching their lowest levels:

01 May - Looking Back: The Lausanne 20k
02 May - The Design Challenge
03 May - Finance at the Apollo
04 May - What International Means at IMD
05 May - What International Means at IMD (a Partner's Take)
06 May - Happy Birthday Todd!
07 May - Bonding with Nature - Golfing in Switzerland
08 May - Celebrating Mothers
09 May - "Pedaling Philosophy"
10 May - Enron
11 May - A Brief History of Silicon Valley
12 May - Back in the KKR
13 May - Having a Birthday at IMD
14 May - Tears for Sarajevo
15 May - Using the Lingo
16 May - Lucky
17 May - Episode VII: Dance of the Wookies
18 May - Up Close & Personal: Networking on the Dance Floor
19 May - In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning...
20 May - The Art of the Deal
21 May - Socks for Champagne
22 May - The Bonus Diary Entry #2
23 May - Laundry - The Swiss Way
24 May - Freaky Friday
25 May - Studying Accounting
26 May - Valuing Finance
27 May - Back to Mine
28 May - A Day of Competition
29 May - Waiting for the Bus: Day 2 of the MBA Olympics
30 May - Day 3: Recap from the MBA Olympics
31 May - Writing

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