16.02.07 pembroke black tie

really, not a bunch of dicks (really)

Black tie events are a staple of Oxford University living. The ritual is fairly standard, and really not too different from formal hall at Merton. (1) Go to XYZ college wearing specified outfit (in this case a black suit or tuxedo with a black bow tie), (2) have drinks in really old room with other dressy folks, (3) march into ancient hall, be seated at long tables, (4) drink, eat drink and be merry, and drink, (5) take pictures, (6) hit the town and get loaded.

marching

typical black tie Oxford scene

I like this one...

porter pouring wine for Pat (LA) and Jimmy (South Africa)

Barry (Detroit) and Simon (New Zealand)

Matt (Kansas) and porter and Dan (England)

Matthew Holgate, Economist, Englishman

Bond, James Bond, BEEEEATCH!*

Andrew "Double Up" Jury (South Africa)

During phase 2, there are usually at least a few opportunities to get condescended to by crabby old English people and smarty pants academics who will thinly veil their contempt for your MBA / American / Graduate / non-PhD / non "academic" / whatever-ness. Of course, when you go to one of these with a bunch of MBAs, the dicks keep things semi in check, because there's a lot of us and we're loud. :) Pembroke college was hosting the black tie event this time, so Andrew (a member of Pembroke) brought us, about 20 of us, along for the ride. Things went well, we had a pretty good meal, lots of wine, and hung out in the bar afterwards. What a lousy soundsystem, by the way. After this, there was a drunken bike ride / photoshoot across town to the Oxford Retreat (a bar) for more hanging around and trying to look cool in our tuxes... ties hanging untied in the deano/frank style.

ahh dork magic...

Shelby and Ean: the retarded romance continues...

Ok, maybe we are a bunch of dicks.

* Actually a photo of Andrew McInerny, dean's lister, new father, Australian, co-microbrew project conspirator, guy who likes to say "beeaaaaatch", pal and fellow Oxford blogger.

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15.02.07 trip to cambridge

Today we went to Cambridge University for a job fair. Cambridge is the second oldest English speaking University in the world, after Oxford. It's modelled to a large extent on the Oxford collegiate system, and is about as close to Oxford as you're going to get, though I hear that St Andrews is kind of similar. The story goes something like this...

"Two Oxford scholars were convicted of the murder or manslaughter of a woman and were hanged by the town authorities with the assent of the King. In protest at the hanging, the University of Oxford went into voluntary suspension, and scholars migrated to a number of other locations, including the pre-existing school at Cambridge (Cambridge had been recorded as a "school" rather than University when John Grim held the office of Master there in 1201). These post-graduate researchers from Oxford started Cambridge's life as a University in 1209..."

- "Cambridge University" Wikipedia, 19 February 2007

Rivalry

There has been a rivalry of some sort ever since this time, and there's a million stories about how the Oxford guy messed with the Cambridge guy, and vice versa. Like all school rivalries, it's really kind of stupid, but you can't help thinking about the differences and that you'd like for your school to be the better one. The fact that the Financial Times MBA rankings had Cambridge beating Oxford by a few ranks this year certainly added fuel to the fire. Honestly, from my perspective: given that no international programs are even listed alongside US schools in US b-school rankings, and these are the two non-US schools that anyone in the US is ever going to have heard of... if you're going overseas and coming back, they are really the only two choices. I could spend the rest of my life explaining why "City University" means something different in England than it does in the States, why LBS is really better than Yale or Dartmouth, how IE and IMD outrank MIT, or even worse, explaining what "INSEAD" is and why the French would know anything about business... and get nowhere. Or I could just go to a school that every American automatically thinks is a big deal, even though they probably aren't basing their opinion on the FT, Businessweek, personal experience, or any other substantive source. This is just what you get going to Oxford or Cambridge, that's how it is, and I'm happy to take all the freebies I can get. :) Bla bla bla school rivalries, Ean-relativism, etc., Ok.

On the Road

So, at 9AM on Thursday February 15th, we went to the Judge Institute (the Cambridge MBA school) for a job fair. The list of participating companies was fairly impressive: Accenture, Altran, Amazon, Atkins Global, BearingPoint, Capgemini, Cognizant, Convergys, Deloitte & Touche, Essent Trading, Fidelity International, Fitch Ratings, IBM, Johnson & Johnson, KPMG, London Asia Capital, Merck Sharp & Dohme, Ocado, PA Consulting, Parson Consulting, Proudfoot Consulting, PRTM, Roland Berger Strategy Consultants, and Tech Mahindra Ltd. And they are fairly impressive IF you're an aspiring management consultant. Other than a few non consulting shops like Amazon and J&J, there actually weren't a ton of options though. MBA school recruiting seems to follow this pattern in general, the world breaks up into 3 groups: Investment Bankers, Management Consultants, and "everything else anyone ever did for a job" ...something our careers office often refers to as "consolidated industries". I think that term is funny. But, we all knew this going out to Cambridge, and basically planned to check out some employers, hang out in the opposing camp, see the town, and GET LOADED. We do that last bit rather well, I might add. So, the day began with dark suits, ties, laptops, and a 3 hour bus ride through the countryside.

Cambridge and The Judge

I finished up my International Business and Global Governance paper on the ride over, treating myself to a Led Zeppelin rock out session after I got done. The first thing that strikes you about Cambridge upon pulling into town is that it really is mostly uni buildings without a very big town around it. Oxford is pretty huge and sprawling, even though we never make it out of the central square mile. Cambridge is a tiny little medieval city without much more going on than the university. It's way more laid back too... the intense press of crowds in central Oxford are simply not there in Cambridge... this is actually quite nice. The Judge itself looks pretty cool from the outside, very urban and almost sort of Frenchy. Maybe it's the iron gate out front?

However, inside is a freaking mess. Besides sharing a color scheme with McDonald-lands across the US, the architecture was just pointedly weird and jarring. Crazy angles, sky bridges and multi floor catwalks sort of conjured up a freaked out Gaudí prison vibe. It had lots of open space but somehow still felt claustrophobic. I knew right away that I didn't fit in here, just because of the room vibe. Maybe I'm just prejudiced because my school is so nice... huge tall ceilings, lots of open space, chilled out light earthy tones, silent library-vault, a deep feeling of tranquillity and cool calmness, huge inner courtyard... sort of like if Princess Leia had a summer home in a caliph's palace? Anyway, I didn't dig the Judge's space.

The job fair was fine, I talked to a girl who works at Amazon in Bedfordshire, but lived in Ravenna in Seattle, right by my high school. Funny. IBM, and a couple of other booths were cool too, but nothing earth shattering. I may seriously give the Amazon gig a shot... it's an MBA rotation through management of some European fulfillment centres, call centres, etc., and then puts you in a good position for a high level gig in Seattle at some point. This would fit with Reebs and my plans well. So, maybe. In any case, after a few hours, we split from the fair and went for some lunch. Note that very few Judge students actually attended the fair... an indication of something?

This was fun, and we all seemed to have a heightened sense of camaraderie... I guess this is because we spend so much time together and were in a strange place. After lunch and some beers, we checked out some of the Cambridge colleges... pretty amazing. King's college is completely off the hook. It's less like a college and more like Parliament Square. The chapel is the size of a cathedral. I have a video that I'll post later. I walked around in a self imposed headphones isolation but with the whole gang and felt really weirdly close to them. This may confirm how weird I'm becoming here. 69 Love Songs is a great soundtrack to walk around Cambridge to, if you ever get the chance. :)

Niall and King's College

King's College

funny funny English stuff

The Viking Raiding Party Effect

Finally, we met the Judge students at a reception, where things took a typical turn. First, we finally got to talk to a few Judge MBAs (very nice and cool folks), and then we had some snacks and drinks. A funny thing tends to happen with our class of MBAs and I'm not sure why, but I just call it the "viking raiding party" effect. Basically, we end up at these nice catered events, chit chat for a while, have a few drinks, and then: we eat all their food. Then we drink all their booze. Then the gratuitous hitting-on of girls starts, followed by singing and rough-housing. Then, having exhausted all resources and overwhelmed our hosts, we empty forth into the streets and mayhem ensues. This has happened at various SBS and other events. Now it has happened in Cambridge too. We went to a bar where the members of Pink Floyd first met (I think?), sort of ran out of options there, and went to another.

me with some Judge folks at bar#1

The second bar was a very quaint place with heated outdoor seating and lots of nice people eating healthy looking food with their pints and nice conversation. The 50 odd SBS MBAs still out at this point pushed into the heated outdoor seating area, and started up with all the usual rough-house, beer spilling, loud singing, and gratuitous hitting-on behaviour*. The pub owners kept threatening to throw us out, but didn't for whatever reason. The Judge folks seemed to slowly disappear... either we were tiring them out or they just didn't want their local proprietors to know that they were friend with us! Can't blame them really. :) At 11pm, we all had to get back on the buses and ride home to Oxford. Walking home from the bus stop at 3am, Andrew and I talked about how we were really glad that we picked Oxford.

* note about hitting-on: not everybody does this. For example, nice married people like ME don't do it. We just watch the other MBAs do it and laugh at them. All other bad behaviour applies however.

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14.02.07 weclome to HELLARY term

Oxford doesn't have quarters or semesters. It has "terms". They have funny names: Michaelmas, Hilary, and Trinity. At some point they also added the rather weakly named "Summer Session". The current term is Hilary, and it goes from after Christmas break until the end of March. For us, this is the HELL-ary term: they've already gotten us up to the speed at which they like to teach us stuff (i.e. a hell of a lot at a time) in the Michaelmas term, so they just start running our asses off right out of the gate in Hilary. Then they also drop a business plan writing project on us, two major projects due after exams, and the recruiting stuff heats up too. For the past two weeks, I've been at school by 8:45, in class or group meetings until 6, studying at the library until 11 (when they kick us out), home studying more till 1 or 2, and then back at school. Oh yeah, and this behaviour goes on 6 to 7 nights a week. Except I got really drunk at a house party on Saturday night, apparently by the end of the evening I was drinking straight out of wine bottles with no glass and dancing around to the Cure... and then I had a gnarly hangover all Sunday. I missed two meetings and also got no studying done. This was a really really bad idea. Now I'm catching up like crazy, all because of one WEEKEND day hangover! Oh yeah, and tomorrow is the Oxford/Cambridge job fair, and so I have to take the day off to go peddle my flesh to the various recruiters out in Cambridge. It'll be neat to see the place at the very least, even though our school IS actually better than theirs. Except in the FT rankings, but never mind that. So tonight (Valentine's Day) I'm jamming out a paper on Royal Dutch Shell's attempt to get in on some gas and oil biz in Russia. I'm not done reading the case, but the supplementary material and the essay question "Critically evaluate the steps that Shell took to mitigate the political risks of its venture in Russia" make it sound like they may have F-ed it up. We'll see. Luckily Reba's not too sentimental about V-Day, tho I sent her flowers at work anyway. She really digs it when the other women at work have to see her get called to the front desk to pick up a package, and then she has to walk back past all of them with a big thing of flowers... she loves making the other girls envious. Funny funny Reba.

Ok, back to the shiz!

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09.02.07 birdbath rides again!

There was a cultural show at the business school last night. The idea was that folks would get up and do a performance of something that shows some of their home country's culture. There was an Australian singing "Waltzing Matilda", Bulgarian dancing, a Chinese girl singing the hell out of a karaoke song, an ass-load of *Indian dancing, and of course, Ean and Reba doing Tales From The Birdbath. I guess that means that we're "Seattle" culture. This makes me laugh. This makes me laugh a LOT. :) So, a drum kit and amp were rented, we practised 1 hour before the show, shanghaied a buddy into singing backups on Chichen Itza (thanks, Andrew), and settled on 4 songs. Before we got started I explained to the crowd that not all music from Seattle was loud, grungy and fast. I also pointed out that everybody there does seem to be in a band, for whatever reason. I gave props to Olympia and talked about wussy lofi pop music, and then we whooped it out! People seemed to really like it, and and cheered a lot for us. I've been congratulated about 1 zillion times since then. That always feels good. I think that the MBAs are psyched to have a "punk guy" or whatever it is they think I am, on the program. It's sort of rare out here. Funny thing is, whatever it is that I am is super common at home, and the thing that makes me really weird there is that I'm at Oxford! Figure that one out. The auditorium was well packed, maybe 200 people were in there, screaming their heads off. Most of them were my friends, so all the warm support is a little bit to be expected. I have to say that I felt really really good being on a stage again though, I realise that I miss it a lot. Reba and I decided that we're going to start playing music again, as soon as I'm done with the MBA. After the show, we went to a disco and danced with the (mostly Indian) MBAs all night.

*Brief note on Indian Dancing: The music is this sort of Indian sounding techno-house stuff with lots of breakdowns and that weird sort of yodely sounding eastern vocal style... but the important point is that these people are really really into dancing. They have group dance routines they all know, and totally whip them out at the discos spontaneously. Every weekend all night dancing appears to be a very typical pastime. It's not quite as bumpy grindy as Americans get, though. I suspect that this has something to do with how sexuality is always metaphorically represented by dance routines in Bollywood movies. Maybe these dance moves are all super sexy turnons for these folks, and it just doesn't look like it to us? Dunno. I get the feeling that discos are a very big industry in India, and a lot of parties focus around this.

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12.02.07 town v gown + germans

I've posted about the Oxford Union before. Normally this is the scene of polite debate over political and social issues, as well as a forum in which to see world leaders speak. Monday night it turned into a boxing ring!

Town vs Gown

There are 3 types of people in Oxford: townies, university students (the gown), and tourists. Tourists we all know about, and the gown have been well enough documented in this blog... multi ethnic, multicultural, over-educated, noisy, entitled feeling, drunk a lot of the time, etc. The townies are really pretty typical of small town Britons: trashier, less educated, chubbier, harder looking, track suit loving, girls dressing in very tight clothes on Friday night, drunk a lot of the time, etc. Sort of like if the Jersey shore were instantly transplanted to the middle of England. Predictably, tensions have run high over the years. There are fights now and again, and historically, there were even riots, and a battle once too place back in the 1300s. A couple dozen students were killed in that instance. As a symbolic punishment, the king required that once a year, the mayor of the town had to walk through town to a church with his hat off, and place pennies on the altar, 1 for each dead student. This was discontinued in the 19th century. The particular qualities of town and gown have changed a lot since then, but some amount of the tension remains, and everybody knows it.

Boxing!

So, the Union sort of make a joke of this by having an amateur boxing match called "town vs gown" where the Oxford University Amateur Boxing Club has bouts against various entrants from other Oxford non-University clubs. The spirit is very collegial and competitive in a positive way. This has the effect of turning the ancient debating chamber into a boxing ring. Fun fun fun!

normal

boxing!

I went with Florian and Juergen (Germans) and Matt (Kansan). Almost as entertaining as the match was Juergen's drunken screaming: "Kill Him! Kill the motherfucker!", alternating with what I can only imagine is the German equivalent. There were some tough looking boxing club types sitting in front of us, and they seemed to think Juergen was pretty funny. Some of the fights were just crap, and some really had a lot of heart. I particularly loved a fight between a Merton girl (go Merton!!!) and a townie from some local boxing club. They both gave it so much energy and kept going hard all the way through 3 rounds. Then at then end, they gave one another a big hug... it was really moving. There was another fight, between who I can't remember, where the Oxford kid came back halfway through the bout and just started whaling on the other kid... the whole room was on it's feet, roaring. That felt really good... kind of like when a corrida turns dangerous and dramatic and the whole ring goes silent. This was a great night!

Juergen, me, and Florian

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04.02.07 postmortem

Folks that have worked with me back home will recall that I'm a fan of the post-mortem... a little analysis of a project after it wraps up. The main idea is that it's a good way to note what works and what doesn't, because it's easy to forget as you move on to the next project. So, for the benefit of prospective SBS MBAs, a few of which read this blog, I thought I would go over my first term scores and give a few thoughts on these. But first, a couple of basics:

UK Grading System - Andy, my British buddy has gone over this before, but the simple version is as follows. Grades are 40% - 80%, but the vast majority of MBA scores fall between 50% and 70%. Roughly, a 50% is a C, a 60% is a B and a 70% is an A. There really aren't D's, just fails for 49% and below. No one ever ever gets a 90% or 100%, tests just aren't written that way. The only way to get a 0% is to turn in nothing or plagiarise. A booger on a piece of paper would get you a 40%. There are fancy UK terms for each level of this, but that's not important here.

My approach to grades - as long as I get 50.000001%, have fun, learn stuff, meet cool people, and get an MBA that says "Oxford" on it, I am cool.

Practical Work - this is papers, essays, projects, everything BUT exams

Exam - this one small thing means the same in the UK as the US... savor it

Weighting - generally, exams are 60% of the grade and practical work is 40%, sometimes it's 50/50.

Ok. As Aman would say, I now open the kimono (that expression still makes my stomach turn a little)...

Decision Science (aka Statistics); Practical: 66, Exam: 74, Overall: 71 (distinction!)

Interpretation: it's possible for a math idiot like me to work really really hard and do well on a difficult subject. I focused a lot of energy on this, and it paid off. Unfortunately, subjects which come more easily to me were neglected in favour of DS, and they suffered. Also, I should point out that I took a community college stats class before I came here, and it helped me to understand the basics, but I must stress: only a very very little bit.

Developing Effective Managers; Practical: 52, Exam: 61, Overall: 57

Interpretation: if your group isn't good at writing DEM papers (for whatever reason), you're screwed, plus: grading is wishy washy. This course is sort of a soft science, really a lot like my Psychology undergrad. All the work is case reading and then paper writing. No concept took me more time to understand than it took to read. There were a lot of concepts, but still all were pretty easy. The difficult part was that most of the practical work was group work, and that means "essay writing by committee". What a cluster fuck this was. 5 over concerned, hyper involved people arguing ad naseum, and 1 person who basically did nothing. The free rider was, quite frankly a relief because they reduced the amount of churn on any given project by 1 person's worth. Despite all the work, we simply failed to grasp the basic concept of DEM writing: they want you to combine two theories from the reading and show why each applies and doesn't apply to the case. I didn't get this until the end, and suffered for it. They also don't want you to write about the theories in the articles, the theories given in the book are what they're looking for. My professor (a great guy), was totally unable to communicate this to me, and his TA was unwilling to discuss it with me. So, despite meeting with him after every single lousy essay score came back, I never really got what he was looking for until the very end. I would add that many of my classmates with better scores never really understood what the hell he was looking for either (they will tell you this quite adamantly), even though they got better scores. Oh yeah, and one other thing: worrying about good grammar, sentence structure, etc., is a WASTE OF TIME. They don't care. This is an international program, and most of the writing, from a US high school, or US undergrad writing "quality" perspective, is shit. But it doesn't matter, they want the theoretical content, not perfect east coast US English grammar. Myself and the other North American in our group wasted endless hours editing for lousy grammar, and it gained us zero. In some ways, I think that it's worse here to have a native English speaker do the editing, because then you're focused on details outside of the content. I also have personal conspiracy theory going that "proper English" in a paper flags you for a more critical review, but that's totally unsubstantiated.

Finance 1: Practical; 69, Exam: 64, Overall: 66

Interpretation: even a math idiot like me can work his ass off and rock in Finance 1. Finance is the big gnarly hardcore subject that gives everyone the willies. This is concerned with beta and sigma and option pricing and other such scary financial world mumbo jumbo. I knew DICK about this, and it was difficult. I spent endless hours in the prof's office hours (by the way, what an excellent guy, he took so much time for me, and was so concerned about me doing well, he really deserves a medal), worked problems constantly, never missed a class, and even got up at 2AM the day of the test to work finance problems to warm up... I worked them all way up to the exam at 11AM. Like DS, I focused a lot on this, and courses like DEM and Strategy suffered. I have to say that I was thrilled to get a 66 here!

Financial Reporting; Practical: 61, Exam: 65, Overall: 63

Interpretation: Previous accounting classes are probably NOT helpful, but don't worry, the curve will save you! I took a community college accounting class before I came, so that I wouldn't be so overwhelmed by the course here. In hindsight, this was probably not a good use of my time. The course I took back home was really focused on understanding double entry bookkeeping, ledgers, balancing accounts, etc. It was also very prescriptive: you do X in situation 1, and Y in situation 2. The professors here are not into that. Because of the international nature of the program (again), they show you all sorts of ways that different countries do things differently, different ways of accounting for this and that, and there's so much information that it's really not possible to learn it all. Further, they are very much more concerned with the interpretation of accounting than with the doing of accounting, especially dodgy accounting. I think it's only fair to point out that we had 3 different instructors over 8 weeks, read what you like from that. The head prof is very famous internationally, and gets to meet with all sorts of heads of state, international captains of industry, and is even presenting a proposal for an "alternate", environmental sustainability focused accounting system to the Prince of Wales and the Prime Minister. Heady stuff! I honestly got the feeling that his mind was elsewhere. He made a big point of teaching us about "goodwill", an accounting concept involving bookkeeping for companies that own or are owned by other companies. Apparently they don't teach this at Harvard or Wharton because it's considered to be too advanced for first term MBA students. What's the point of teaching us this, then? Proving to profs at other schools that Oxford students are better than their students? It just seems a bit more focused on the prof than the students. I know that I did a fairly crappy job on the exam, at best deserving a 40 or 50. Pure luck could have netted me a 60, but I got a 65. Obviously the curve saved me.

Managerial Economics; Practical: 68, Exam: 53, Overall: 60

Interpretation: don't write "funny" essays. This one is pretty simple. While the subject matter was totally new to me, it was also very interesting and I really felt like I "got" it. Our practical work was a micro economic analysis of the credit card industry from a card services network and card issuer perspective. Pretty interesting stuff, really. It was also pretty hard to do, and I think we got a fair grade for it. The test was made up of two parts: some short answer questions and an essay. I knew all the answers very well, and felt that I rocked all the short answers. I then picked a subject for the essay that I knew really well, and decided to write a "humorous" essay... maybe getting a few extra points for facility with the subject. BAD IDEA. I totally got spanked on this test, and it could only have been for my essay. It kind of sucks, because I came out of this exam feeling like I'd finally had a "really good" one. So kids, stick to the straight and narrow when writing essays. Of course, maybe it's just my generally shitty essay writing?

Strategy: Practical; 62, Exam: 59, Overall: 60

Interpretation: all nighters are a bad idea at age 37. I used to do this back in my undergrad, and it worked just fine. Not so at age 37. With this class, most of the concepts are pretty easy, and you just have to remember a bunch of lists of stuff. I sort of blew off studying for this to get my statistics and finance acts together. I put in a day studying early in revision, and then started late the night before the exam. When I realised it was 3:30 AM, I thought, "I'll just stay up all night" and get some more studying in. This was a really bad idea. The combination of a) thinking I may have made a mistake by staying up so late, b) huge amounts of caffeine, and c) lack of sleep all conspired to make me really jumpy, unable to focus, and unable to remember my theories. Apparently I looked pretty insane at the test... pacing around outside muttering to myself, checking my notes cards, pacing more, slapping my forehead, and whatever else. When I sat the exam I misunderstood the proctors and thought that it was a 3 question, 1.5 hour exam. I spent 30 minutes finishing the first question, and the proctor announced "30 minutes remaining". So, I had to cram my last two into 15 minutes each. My second two essays had weaker arguments, to say the least. If I had just gotten a decent night's sleep, this would have gone much better. Our study group, which was pretty lousy at DEM papers, actually was better at Strategy papers, so the practical work component was a bit better, but not great.

So, there you have it. I'm actually quite happy with my grades, though it would of course be nice to have better ones. But, I bet that the future students who read this blog will find this to be an OK source of info about what exam are really like. Enjoy!

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01.02.07 this just in...

I passed all of my classes!

YAHOO!

happy Ean

Oxford does everything weird. For example: all exams, papers, assignments, etc., are submitted anonymously with only your ID number listed. That way, no professors can show favouritism. They don't exactly do that in any other respect, so why they'd do that on tests, I don't know. Maybe in the 16th century? I think it really is a lot of rigmarole to go through for the minimal benefit of total anonymity, but whatever. It's Oxford. They do stuff weird here. If you don't like it, go to some modern University, something formed in the last 650 years. Oxford certainly won't give a shit. Another weirdness is exams, and you've read about them on my blog before. Not only do you have to wear a tuxedo, take 6 exams in 4 days, and write everything including Math problems in pen, but you don't get results for well over a month. That's because the exams are hand graded twice each, some get three reviews each, and some even get sent to other universities to insure that Oxford is up to the standards of the other big MBA schools. The real kicker about Oxford and exams is that after all the anonymity, your final course grades get posted on a big list on a wall where all of your classmates can see them. No shit. It's the only non-anonymous part of the whole assessment process! How fucked up is that? Let me tell you how fucked up:

FUCK YOU, WE'RE OXFORD.

...or at least, that's how Oxford seem to feel about it. :) I don't care, if I wanted to go to a school that made any sense in the 21 century, I'd be at the UW back in Seattle. Plus, I get to wear a cape.

In any event, I saw the list, and I have now officially passed all of my Michaelmas term classes. The classes were very hard, with a huge amount of information to digest, learn, and memorise in 8 short weeks. Especially since I was a newbie to most of the material. The tests were a nightmare... weeks of revision, followed by exam after exam, all awash in buckets full of anxiety. I was pretty stressed about these exam scores from December 14 until today, and as many of you know, I can be a fairly stressed individual... getting them off my mind feel really good. Exactly what scores I got is another thing, I get to check that out tomorrow. I really don't care one bit about the scores, as long as I get an MBA, learn a lot of cool stuff, and have a fun time, I'm psyched!

yahoo!!!

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