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A Year at IMD: September

When September kicks into high gear, the International Consulting Projects (ICP) and the career search become all-consuming. It is in the heart of these stages of the program that the previous learnings start to cement themselves in tangible ways:

01 Sept - Homecoming
02 Sept - Photographs and Memories
03 Sept - Saturday at the Evian Masters
04 Sept - Partners Until the Very End
05 Sept - Ding!
06 Sept - On the Road Again
07 Sept - Out of Leffe Field
08 Sept - A Deep Breath of Fresh (Brussels) Air
09 Sept - Coming to America
10 Sept - Happy Birthday Denisa!
11 Sept - One Day
12 Sept - The Waiting Game
13 Sept - Juggling
14 Sept - Cycling for Sarajevo
15 Sept - How Time Flies...
16 Sept - A Case Study in Interviewing
17 Sept - Quiet Day
18 Sept - Comparing Business Schools
19 Sept - Bonus Diary Entry #3
20 Sept - Ze French Party of Ze YEAR
21 Sept - Sarajevo Beckons
22 Sept - Blogs Blogs Blogs
23 Sept - A Presidential Farewell
24 Sept - The Waiting Game
25 Sept - What Lurks Beneath
26 Sept - No Better Place to Be
27 Sept - The Latin Party
28 Sept - The Journey of 1300 Kilometers Starts Here...
29 Sept - Journey of a Lifetime
30 Sept - Cycling for Sarajevo: Leadership Across Borders

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