BTW, here’s the ROI on my MBA

When I first told my mom I wanted to go to grad school, she got a pained expression on her face.

“But you’re going to be in so much debt!”

What could I say? It was true. From a purely short-term perspective, getting an MBA looked really scary. I was losing two years of income while accumulating more debt than most people ever carry aside from their mortgage. There were a lot of reasons not to go back to school, and I couldn’t be sure that the benefits would outweigh the costs. Continue reading

What I’m Really Thinking About During Our Informational Interview

It’s that time of year. The birds are singing, the flowers are in bloom, and thousands of MBA candidates are sending out informational interview requests. It wasn’t so long ago that I was in their shoes, desperate for help in my awkward, stumbling journey on the Dream Job Trail. My wagon had a broken axle, one of my oxen had died, and I was living under the constant threat of starvation. All I needed was enough money to pay a guide so I didn’t have to ford the river and risk losing all my supplies, when a member of my party died of dysentery and we had to stop to bury him. Continue reading

The Lost Art of Relaxation

It’s the last day of my epic post-MBA vacation. Tomorrow I return to the world of commuting, endless meetings, and regular paychecks. Right now I’m sad to see it end, but my leisure time and I haven’t always been on such comfortable terms.

Right after graduation, I was thrilled to finally have nothing to do. No homework, no meetings, no sitting in rush hour traffic for 2-3 hours a day. Did I mention no homework? This was the honeymoon stage. I slept in too late, ate luxuriously, and watched lots of bad TV. I rolled around in my vacation freedom like a dog in something particularly smelly. That’s kind of a gross metaphor, but you get the idea. Continue reading

The Delicious, Delicious End of an Era

It’s done. I’m officially an MBA.

I know I’m an MBA because I’ve suddenly become a celebrity. The Alumni Association is knocking down my door. Recruiters can’t get enough of me on LinkedIn. Even the dean of the business school wants to meet me and shake my hand. Granted, it was Commencement and he shook everyone’s hand, but I’m convinced that I got the firmest grip. Continue reading