So that was it - a year of blood & guts ends with an MBA degree and a band of merry friends to wish me on my way into a new world and a new life. From January through November, I was immersed in a world unlike any other along Lac Leman in the "pressure cooker" of business schools, IMD. As the year in diary entries comes to an end, I celebrate its finish with a culminating index of links to all the entries that made up this year and this experience. Just browsing the titles stirs up memories that have already started to nettle into the recesses of my mind, memories that linger there like dew drops on fresh morning grass. In the sweetness of those moments that feel like dawn, I reminisce and think fondly to the days when I was in so much pain before. Somehow, it is much more bearable now - I guess memories wear rose-colored instead of black-colored glasses. And just like that, I am lost in a sea of memories that is a year at IMD...
There is a certain energy that winds through the office near happy hour on Friday late afternoon, like the feeling of the last few minutes of school before summer break. The work is done for the week, the bags start to pack with computers and pens and notebooks, and people start to smile again. Sometimes, there is actual laughter in the office.
Outside, the sun is shining in San Francisco today. The bay sparkles something special, if one can avoid the snarled traffic painting the bridges. For me, this is no worry - I walk home, through the Financial District and down Columbus Street through the middle of North Beach. I know I am close to home when I hear the Powell-Taylor cable car clanking down the hill, last stop headed for Fisherman's Wharf at the base of Bay Street.
Now, it is Friday late afternoon; my bag is packing with its own pens and notebooks (soon, computer too). I am smiling as well. I can feel happiness soon to think of the sun at my back walking past Vesuvio ...
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