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One of the German friends I made at IE from last year said something interesting to me.  When asked to speak to the incoming class, she told them that IE’s (as most top-tiered b-school) MBA is a “change programme”.  It’s supposed to transform you in a year, as a person, and as an executive. You meet new people, you learn a new way of thinking, a new lingo, a new attitude.  The people in your class go through the changes with you, but others may not – your partner, your family, your friends.  Both your professional and private life changes when you do the MBA.

GMBA is supposed to be part-time, but since September, my life revolves around it.  Everybody else around me accommodate my GMBA.  My every waking hour is devoted to GMBA – split between working on it and panicking over it.  And I am only on Week 7!  I don’t recognise my life from before.

Today I had to do errands for J and my mum.  Did everything from 9am to 12.30pm, well within my schedule (yes, I make a schedule for myself now) allotting 20 mins for lunch. Didnt even think about going to a proper restaurant.  I usually walk around the mall and see what I want for lunch.  Instead, I assessed that Via Mare at 11.30am will have fewer clients and if I order only Palabok luglug and gulaman, I will have my dish ready in less time than a hot dish like Crispy Binagoongan.  So that’s what I had, and I stayed within my timeline (but off budget – P300 including tip for palabok and sago!!!)  Didn’t dawdle, went to National for supplies, worked through a Things-to-buy list, and went straight back home again.  I felt guilty for even stopping to look at the new Nokia phone for three minutes.

Then after reading and researching and preparing a marketing case brief, I get a message that my group is not doing too well on Marketing Management.  Since I already know I suck at Financial Accounting (with the second of four exams due on Thursday), that makes 2 out of 2 that I am not doing well at on my First Period.  To say that my spirit is feeling really bruised right now doesn’t come close to describing it.  Here I am with laptop in front of me, books and cases and paper surrounding me on the bed, and I feel really struggling and alone.  Inanimate objects, even ones that represent future career prospects, are really no subtitute to a hug and a kiss and a strong voice whispering, “Don’t worry, it will be alright.  You can do it.”

So much has changed in seven weeks, I don’t recognise my life anymore.

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