1 year later: year 2

I like how I had this big plan to document my FEMBA journey and promptly forgot about it the instant classes actually started last September.

As a 2nd year, I find myself even more certain yet uncertain of what’s to come. I feel less imposter-y, but still have no idea what I’m going to do when I get out of here. I’ve made a lot of friends, and have also offended people randomly because I have less of a filter than I thought. I also realize I dislike the classes I thought I would enjoy (looking at you Global Trends) while also getting the most useful knowledge from stuff like Accounting and Finance.

I’m kind of regretting not blogging more, for my own sake. I do like going back and reading what Past Me wrote, because it gives me an idea of my state of mind at that point in time. Even here, you can probably tell there’s a difference. I’m also just sleep deprived and currently on antibiotics that are wrecking my system, so there’s that too.

Brb gotta go finish these Ops assignments.

femba week 0: leadership foundations

I just completed my first week of business school. Academic classes haven’t started yet, but we took this week-long leadership style course in order to get to know our sections and classmates, learn more about ourselves, and lay the groundwork for the rest of the upcoming school year. All in, it was absolutely exhausting but I’m pleased with how it turned out.

We more or less had 12+ hour days and we did everything under the sun from a leadership simulation exercise, to personality assessments, to a ropes course. I don’t think I learned more about myself, per say, but I definitely was able to observe a lot about my classmates and how I can best interact with them.

A few things I came away from the week with:

1) Being in an MBA program is a lot different than being in an academic one. For one, I spoke up more than I have probably ever done. We had a public speaking class too, and I think I surprised some of my teammates because I evidently come off as ‘the quiet one’. It’s interesting, how a lot of stereotypes and first impressions come into play and I won’t say I don’t enjoy surprising people every now and then with what I can do.

2) People are nice, mostly. I’m just bad at relating with some of them.

3) I hate networking. Always have, and still do. Repeating myself over and over again is just – ugh. But I’m trying to get better at it and I hope that one day I can small talk my way in and out of every situation as easily as I eat all the ice cream in my freezer.

4) I’m looking forward to this year and I’m still terrified, but in a good way. It will be a challenge, and it will challenge me like no other. I know I have a tendency to be inflexible the instant I think someone isn’t pulling their weight and taking advantage of others in a group work situation. So I think I need to work on my tolerance and also work to not be a burden to others. So, how I balance this and learn to do more leading matters. What this means – lots and lots of introspection coming to this blog in the near future. Aha.

Overall, a good start to the year. I’m optimistic for what else there is to come.

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grateful

I expect this is mostly because I’m tired and mood swing-y, but I marvel that the people in my life seem to know when to reach out as I sit here marinating in my grumpiness.

This past weekend was massively eventful, a small intro to the craziness and social dynamic that will soon come to dominate the rest of b-school. It also left me drained, grumpy, and justΒ down. I know, I know, not your typical response to getting a peek of the exciting leadership growth and networking opportunities. But that’s me – your overextended introvert.

The work day today wasn’t the greatest. I was only halfway productive and I just wanted to go home the entire time. On top of it all, it was bloody awful freezing in the office, as usual.

But then after I get home I’m reminded that I have a lot to be grateful for. Namely, the people in my life who care and matter, even if they don’t realize that they’re doing the biggest thing by shooting me a message. My oldest friend of 20 years (literally, twenty years) asking to hang out soon. My dad, because I left a very weird grumpy voicemail on the home phone and he always knows how to keep it real. My mum, forever my sounding board even if I’m frustratedly half-yelling at the phone while driving home. And even someone I met this weekend, my future classmate, inviting me to another happy hour for next week to just hang out.

So just remember. There’s always people.

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in other news

Seeing as I more or less failed at the writing thing, I’ll just go ahead and lead with it: I’m in! I’ve submitted my deposit and SIR, and I’ll be joining the FEMBA class of 2021! Woohoo. Three more years in LA. Do I sound excited or what?

These last few months have been on-and-off eventful. I alternate between being crazy on the go, and being a hermit in my apartment. It’s like I’ll binge socialize and then go into hiding hungover until the next round.

I’m also now on a budget, so I can pay for school and not deplete my savings. We’ll see how well that goes. I’ll do a little post on that at some point later, after my finances stabilize.

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road to 700

At the start of 2018, I decided to do my best to document my journey toward and during b-school. Namely, I wanted to write down my thoughts, strategies, challenges, and successes related to my goal of attending UCLA’s FEMBA program.

It’s certainly not a sure thing (touch wood), but there are a myriad of factors that led to this decision stretching back the better part of 6 months. It culminated in my decision to leave my last job and move down here to LA. One important component of the FEMBA application (besides grades, work experience, etc) is the GMAT.

Now, nobody likes standardized testing, let’s be real.*

This aversion to testing probably dates back to elementary school days with CORE testing to AP tests to SATs and ACTs and beyond. Somehow, there was always a test you had to take somewhere, somehow. Cut to 2012 when I took my GRE, having studied only ridiculously obscure vocabulary words so I wouldn’t completely flunk it. Fast forward once more to today, where I’m looking at these probability math problems laughing at Younger Me’s conviction that I wouldn’t ever have to take another test again because heck no, was I planning on going back to school. Funny how things turn out.

I gave myself less than four weeks to prep, which in hindsight was a terrible idea. I also set a minimum goal of 700 for myself. It’s difficult to find the right balance between rushing and giving the right questions the right amount of thought.

But I did it!

700 flat. I didn’t take any of the breaks and I actually thought I did better than I really did. So yay, 1 less hurdle to worry about on my journey to FEMBA. Time to start my application!

*The vast majority of the population, at least, so I rounded up.

hello, hello

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After a few months of hiatus, I’m back! Ever since our Half Dome hike, life’s been quite the whirlwind. I’m not even sure it could be called a whirlwind – it was more like a Class 5 hurricane, keeping in line with how this past year has generally gone on both the personal front and the national/global affairs front.

To recap the last several months of 2017:

  • I spent the entire month of September in Singapore for work. It was wonderful, spending time with my entire family.
  • I quit my job at Autodesk in October and left San Francisco, trading the fog for the LA beaches with the intention of applying to b-school this year.
  • I also bought a car.
  • In November, my heart broke again and we said goodbye to another family member.
  • Thanksgiving was spent in Texas with my parents and brother, for some quality bonding time with the Texas Longhorns.
  • Come December, I was a) frantically trying not to lose my passport (I did) and get my China visa (it worked out), b) flying to Singapore on Christmas Eve (yes, again), and c) adventuring around Yunnan province and getting stranded in Shangrila because of the snow.

I’ll do some thoughts on our time in China in a different post but needless to say, there was plenty of nice scenery, we ate a lot of yak, and endured quite the adventure trying to get back to Singapore intact. 2018 showed up while we were holed up in a rando little Naxi village somewhere on the side of the Haba mountain bordering the Yangtze river. It was great.

One of my goals this year is to blog more often about the things in my life that are meaningful, whether it’s things that bring happiness or things that are lessons well learned. Something tells me this is a time in my life that I’ll want to document. I used to be really good about writing posts for the better part of my college and grad school years, so I want to do the same as I start yet another journey into my late twenties (!!). Working life in a big city can make it harder to want to write here and there, but some day when I look back, I’ll be glad the internet is practically forever. A peek into Younger Me’s mind surely makes for an interesting read.

Cheers to an interesting year ahead! Let’s see what you’ve got for us, 2018.
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