MBA DIARIES It has been more than three months since I finished my MBA at Insead and my time there is already fading in my mind.
While I recognise that I may be looking at my year in Fontainebleau, France, through the bubbles of a little too much rose-coloured champagne, there is no doubt in my mind that the academic, professional and personal learning I gained was worth all the sleepless nights and frightening moments of having to live on savings and mounting debt as credit markets crunched.
