FLOATING

 Before starting my MBA at LBS, we were specifically told it wouldn’t be an easy ride. In fact, we were told that at a point, one would start to reconsider one’s decision, but at that point, there would be no way back; the only option is to forge ahead.

Four courses this semester, and it has been sort of a roller coaster. Different concepts to understand, activating critical thinking, which I must confess is not as easy as it seems. But they said with constant practice, we will get the hang of it. Then there’s the part of data analytics, having to learn new software (but I am not a tech bro), and a whole lot of activities to combine. The consolation for all this is that by the end of my program, I would have become a better person.

Approaching mid-semester, and I am still floating in some courses. Not that I don’t understand the concepts or how certain things work, I guess it’s just that a lot of information is coming in at the same time. Analysis of business problems is becoming a scare, mainly because of the numbers involved, which have to be used to analyze a case properly. The accounting folks in class find it very easy and usually articulate them properly. Again, they said practice.

The feeling of floating can be disturbing as well as overwhelming because one is looking for the best approach to things and also the feeling that others have actually gotten a hang of these things, especially during class discussions and contributions. Sometimes I just want to cry. But it is what it is, I guess.

The good thing about this situation is that as much as more effort and work have to be put in as an individual, one is able to leverage individual groups and group members. Fortunately, people are open to help and assist, and group discussions usually go a long way in understanding certain things because of different ideas, flow, and various explanations being made. They say a closed mouth is a shut destiny, so I decided to start talking and opening up, and well, things are beginning to align.

I don’t want to believe I am the only one in the boat; I often wonder what people’s coping mechanisms are. What are their plans? What are they currently doing to avoid eventually being drowned? Who do they cry out for help to? I think my advice will be to just make use of everything at one’s disposal, do what it takes, kill pride (8.3M is no joke), reach out to who you can reach out to, ask questions, get someone that you can rely on emotionally, and ultimately rely on God.

As for me, I know I will pull through, one day at a time, no pressure, taking everything from scratch, asking for extra help, putting in consistency every day, and definitely not giving up.

I wish you all Godspeed on this merry journey of ours.