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A Year at IMD: March

March is the end of the first long run through the program - first exams and first mini-break from the extreme workloads:

01 Mar - Clarity
02 Mar - The Aviator
03 Mar - Banc de G7 - "So Friendly, It Hurts!"
04 Mar - Relax
05 Mar - Axel, Rahul, and Todd's Milanese Adventure
06 Mar - Waiting to Exhale
07 Mar - The Calm Before the Storm
08 Mar - The Essence of IMD: Coffee Machine
09 Mar - Silent Night
10 Mar - So, How's the Class Doing?
11 Mar - "I Lost My Head on Moller Floor"
12 Mar - "We Have Nine Cases Next Week"
13 Mar - Reflecting on the Integrative Exercise
14 Mar - PDE (Personal development elective) at IMD
15 Mar - The Essence of IMD: MBA Auditorium
16 Mar - Strange Sense of Accomplishment
17 Mar - And the Winner Is...
18 Mar - So Much "Evil" in This World
19 Mar - Every Man (and woman) of the World
20 Mar - A Lesson in Leadership
21 Mar - 'Twas the Night Before Exams...
22 Mar - The Bonus Diary Entry
23 Mar - The Essence of IMD: Study Room
24 Mar - In My Last Bits of Coherence
25 Mar - Release
26 Mar - Waiting for That Special Someone
27 Mar - Back to Work
28 Mar - Easter Egg Hunt
29 Mar - C'est La Vie
30 Mar - The Essence of IMD: Study Group
31 Mar - Meet Group 8: Pangea

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