Wednesday, October 08, 2003
The Big Mistake
We had a cocktail reception at Magdalene College last Sunday night. Going wasn't the mistake. Staying as long as I did certainly was. Don't get me wrong; I had a legendary night with my flatmates. Magdalene by night is lurvely and retiring to the MCR (Middle Common Room) was great fun. It's just that I had a very packed schedule the next day. I slept at 3 and got up all of three hours later, in time for
a) the address to the entire MBA class by the head of the Judge Inst. (8.30)
b) college photograph and 'new graduate' talk (9.00)
c) start of financial accounting course where we discussed a case study that i really should have read (9.30 and for the next 6 hours!)
It was the longest day in recent memory.
If you're starting an MBA anytime soon, take my advice - by all means have fun, just remember what your there for.
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a) the address to the entire MBA class by the head of the Judge Inst. (8.30)
b) college photograph and 'new graduate' talk (9.00)
c) start of financial accounting course where we discussed a case study that i really should have read (9.30 and for the next 6 hours!)
It was the longest day in recent memory.
If you're starting an MBA anytime soon, take my advice - by all means have fun, just remember what your there for.
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Serious Football Match Report
I always seem to come off worst during sporting get-togethers, no matter how 'friendly'. So it was last Sunday, once again on Jesus Green full of youthful optimism and energy that a sunny weekend in Cambridge tends to bring. But disaster! Only two minutes into the warm-up period I pulled one of my more important muscles and was reduced to a shadow of my former sporting glory. Thus removed to the goal area (no hands allowed), I had, as Alisdair dryly noted, "fallen on my sword".
Yet, as a Judge MBA, I tend rather towards seeing the positive in everything, as I'm sure you do too. The long periods of solitude gave me a chance to ponder the game and it's players. I was once a philosopher of sorts and this combination produced the following reflection which, while a touch cerebral, I'm sure you'll nonetheless enjoy. Thank you.
There was a young player called York,
The goalie (that's me) he often would stalk,
He'd let out a scream!
But his kicks were obscene,
My his shooting really needed some work.
Erm, they get better...
There was a young player called Ashish (tough to rhyme with),
Who ought to be kept on a leash,
The ball he would hunt!
Though sadly toe-punt,
With a vigour resembling a quiche!
Ok, my last chance...
There was a young player called Mark Enzer,
Who'd tackle like his life-a depends-a,
A space he would spot!
And at pace he would plot!
The ruin of both my leg-ends-a.
Da-daa! You've been a great crowd! More adrenaline-pumped match reports next week!
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Yet, as a Judge MBA, I tend rather towards seeing the positive in everything, as I'm sure you do too. The long periods of solitude gave me a chance to ponder the game and it's players. I was once a philosopher of sorts and this combination produced the following reflection which, while a touch cerebral, I'm sure you'll nonetheless enjoy. Thank you.
There was a young player called York,
The goalie (that's me) he often would stalk,
He'd let out a scream!
But his kicks were obscene,
My his shooting really needed some work.
Erm, they get better...
There was a young player called Ashish (tough to rhyme with),
Who ought to be kept on a leash,
The ball he would hunt!
Though sadly toe-punt,
With a vigour resembling a quiche!
Ok, my last chance...
There was a young player called Mark Enzer,
Who'd tackle like his life-a depends-a,
A space he would spot!
And at pace he would plot!
The ruin of both my leg-ends-a.
Da-daa! You've been a great crowd! More adrenaline-pumped match reports next week!
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