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A Year at IMD: April

April brings the class back from the first break and set of exams into a new study group, a new module with new coursework - but with the same intensity:

01 Apr - Meet the Groups: The Donkeycrat5
02 Apr - "Dry Your Eyes, Princess"
03 Apr - Afternoon in Paris
04 Apr - All Aboard!
05 Apr - Falling Asleep Over My Computer
06 Apr - The Godfather of Career Services
07 Apr - Pulling Leadership Together
08 Apr - “It’s not the quantity, but the quality...”
09 Apr - My Soul Mate Should Be in Lausanne
10 Apr - Marks!
11 Apr - Welcome Back to Reality!
12 Apr - "You look like crap" (talking about beer)
13 Apr - Checking in on the Start-up
14 Apr - Russia's Mystique
15 Apr - China's Global Role
16 Apr - Simply Switzerland
17 Apr - April Snows Bring... Who Knows?!?
18 Apr - An Ode to the Umbrella
19 Apr - The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men...
20 Apr - The Value of Time
21 Apr - Among Leaders
22 Apr - The Strange Choice of Running
23 Apr - Changing Gears
24 Apr - A Day of Rest
25 Apr - India's Promise
26 Apr - PAIN
27 Apr - Race to the End
28 Apr - Day and Night in Lausanne
29 Apr - The Tale of the Lawyer and the Politician
30 Apr - Queens Night: A Photo Diary

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