<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:56:23.462+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's MBA Year at Cranfield</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-2271387744457287733</id><published>2008-04-06T21:59:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:05:03.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in England</title><content type='html'>Forget everything I said yesterday about the improving weather. Below is a picture of daffodils and a nice spring day that I took yesterday then the next picture is the view from my bedroom window this morning. Its April and we've probably just had the heaviest snow we've had all year.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, spring in England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_i7nV7fp6I/AAAAAAAABaM/IQulqtZTTK8/s1600-h/Sat+5th+April.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186101255493101474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_i7nV7fp6I/AAAAAAAABaM/IQulqtZTTK8/s200/Sat+5th+April.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_i71l7fp7I/AAAAAAAABaU/zhY2Y8EmRsY/s1600-h/Sun+6th+April.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186101500306237362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_i71l7fp7I/AAAAAAAABaU/zhY2Y8EmRsY/s200/Sun+6th+April.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-2271387744457287733?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/2271387744457287733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=2271387744457287733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/2271387744457287733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/2271387744457287733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-in-england.html' title='Spring in England'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_i7nV7fp6I/AAAAAAAABaM/IQulqtZTTK8/s72-c/Sat+5th+April.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-5882123511256165067</id><published>2008-04-05T00:44:00.014+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:53:46.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half Way Point</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of April and Term 2 is over and I've almost run out of holidays before Term 3 starts. The days are finally getting longer and a bit warmer and there are daffodils absolutely everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really all that much to write about the last few weeks of term 2. There wasn't much that was new, just more lectures, more learning team and another set of exams. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orienteers&lt;/span&gt; had warned us that for most people term 2 is the low point and I can see why. The novelty has worn off, the work load is about the same as term 1 but you also have to start working on your CV and job applications and the weather is really quite lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that was a bit different was our project management week. I've done a little bit of project management in the past but it was taught in a really interesting way. One whole day was a simulation to project manage the building of a warehouse and we were judged on how close we came to our original estimate in terms of time and money and how much profit we made. We had to track our actual budget against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forecasted&lt;/span&gt;, ensure labour and materials were ordered in advance of when needed, assign resources to tasks, etc using action forms that represented a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple enough but to make it more realistic, the simulation would throw in spanners like delays, slow progress or extra activities that threw out the whole schedule. In about week 7 (of a 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; week project) the lecturers took 2 people from each team and swapped them into another team and we had to stay there until we were performing integral jobs in our adopted teams. The idea was to test that the systems we were using were robust and we weren't just relying on one or two key people. In the pictures you can see huge wall charts with lots of post its. That's because we &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_aD-l7fp3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/rk21jtr7Owo/s1600-h/IMG_8989_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185477132320483186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_aD-l7fp3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/rk21jtr7Owo/s200/IMG_8989_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weren't allowed to use any PM software like MS project to run our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gantt&lt;/span&gt; charts. It all had to be simple and visual to show that we actually understood how the process worked. Our team did well, topping Blue stream and coming 3rd overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the social side, there was the usual Thursday night socials and WAC parties and a few birthday parties to keep us busy. The Picasa album has a few photos from John's 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; which was a very fun night. The best party though was definitely the night of our last exam. I think we were all just so glad to get to the end of term 2 and have some holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter Saturday, about 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MBAs&lt;/span&gt; and partners went on the ski trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Flaine&lt;/span&gt; in France, right next to Mont &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blanc&lt;/span&gt;. For almost half of us, it was our first time skiing or snowboarding. It was fantastic conditions to learn in - deep snow and constant snowing for the first few days then sunny days and fresh snow at night. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_aEa17fp4I/AAAAAAAABZ8/f5lP46eWjtc/s1600-h/Mont+Blanc.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the last afternoon, our instructor took us &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_aGAl7fp5I/AAAAAAAABaE/auHf9FVChOY/s1600-h/DSC03033_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185479365703477138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_aGAl7fp5I/AAAAAAAABaE/auHf9FVChOY/s200/DSC03033_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;right to the top of the resort and took us down the network of blue runs back down. Took us about two hours to get down but I've proved that I can now stay standing up on skis going down blue runs. Definitely a highlight of the MBA for me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 starts on Monday and looking at the timetable I'm not 100% convinced that it will be much lighter than the last two terms although we have been assured that the toughest part of the MBA is now behind us. The majority of our subjects are now electives but we still have two compulsory subjects - OB and business law. Plus, working out what to do after the MBA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-5882123511256165067?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5882123511256165067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=5882123511256165067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/5882123511256165067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/5882123511256165067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2008/04/half-way-point.html' title='The Half Way Point'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R_aD-l7fp3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/rk21jtr7Owo/s72-c/IMG_8989_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-6600293387835186104</id><published>2008-02-16T23:03:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:27:08.309+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Midway through Term 2</title><content type='html'>It's now the end of week 6 in Term 2 and it's gone surprisingly fast. We all have new teams this term and it's been interesting to start the team process again, this time with people that &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7b4A3QrhCI/AAAAAAAABB4/5xAewrkA5WQ/s1600-h/IMG_7839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167590316171822114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7b4A3QrhCI/AAAAAAAABB4/5xAewrkA5WQ/s200/IMG_7839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you at least sort of know. My team this term is Devan - a Malaysian accountant whose been working in the UK for a few years, Deepti - an Indian program analysts, Jenny - a Taiwanese IT project leader, Philip - an English automotive engineer and Eric - a Taiwanese/American marketing manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group is very different from my last group and it's interesting to realise that you play different roles within different groups and need to use different teamworking skills to get things done. This team is very organised and we're getting through the workload pretty well together. I suspect that the real test will come this week. Our project management subject is all taught in one week - this week coming - and involves a project simulation. The idea is that 15 minutes represents a week in the life of a project and we need to submit action forms to manage resources, labour, procurement etc. According to all reports, it's a very intense week and can get quite stressful so we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also participating in the L'Oreal business challenge for the last 8 weeks or so. In teams of 3, we had to manage a portfolio of brands in a simulated business world and submit decisions every week which represented 6 months of real time. It was a really interesting learning activity - think I learnt more from that than the whole marketing subject actually. You had to forcast sales volumes, build production capacity, decide on advertising and promotions budget, manage distribution channels and decide which brands to launch, retire or upgrade. My team missed out on a place in the semi-finals by only 2 spots but it was still worth it. One team from Cranfield is through to the next round and is currently developing a business plan as their next submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things - I've resurrected my German to a sufficient standard to pass my Level 2 requirement. I am going to keep going with it though to try and improve it further (my vocabulary is still quite poor). Cranfield put us all through a professional management level assessment centre which was a very useful experience. I did a couple of assessment centres at the end of my undergrad but they were a long time ago and this was slightly different because it was aimed at management level. We've got a lot of feedback from it (including 360 degree feedback and a couple of other career tests) and I've organised a follow up appointment with careers to talk about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One achievement for me for the term has been organising the launch of the Cranfield chapter of Net Impact. This is a network of students and professionals interested in Corporate Responsibility (CR) which is becoming a bigger and bigger issue for businesses. I organised a debate between our chair of CR and an emeritus accounting professor who is a real synic about these issues. It was a really good evening with about 100 people turning up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest social event this term was Burns night. It started with a day of sports competition with London Business School - rugby, basketball, football and ladies touch rugby. We started playing touch rugby at the end of last term since most people here have never heard of the game, let alone know how to play. We didn't have a huge amount of participation from the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7baD3QrhAI/AAAAAAAABBo/GNaAEWGMBl0/s1600-h/n685442250_618625_4738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167557382362596354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7baD3QrhAI/AAAAAAAABBo/GNaAEWGMBl0/s200/n685442250_618625_4738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MBA girls but quite a lot of the partners got very involved. Our official team is 3 MBA's and 5 partners. For all of us, it's really a Sunday afternoon social activity with anyone who wants to play (guys and girls) coming to play for an hour or two so a fair few of the couples come and play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we played really well against LBS. We tied one game and lost the other by one point which is pretty good seeing as there &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bbq3QrhBI/AAAAAAAABBw/eiSEuUcswzM/s1600-h/IMG_7329_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167559151889122322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bbq3QrhBI/AAAAAAAABBw/eiSEuUcswzM/s200/IMG_7329_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were 8 of us and 23 of them!!! That night, there was then a Burns supper to celebrate the Scottish poet Robert Burns complete with haggis and Scotch whisky. It was quite a strange way to spend Australia Day! We all had a lot of fun being taught Scottish dancing by the band but I think at least a few of us were surprised at the attitude of some of the LBS people. There was definitely a touch of arrogance about some (although not all) of them and I for one am very glad that I didn't go to LBS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-6600293387835186104?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6600293387835186104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=6600293387835186104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/6600293387835186104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/6600293387835186104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/midway-through-term-2.html' title='Midway through Term 2'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7b4A3QrhCI/AAAAAAAABB4/5xAewrkA5WQ/s72-c/IMG_7839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-7033612163627193599</id><published>2008-02-16T22:31:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:01:49.777+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and Holidays</title><content type='html'>So picking up where I last left off (quite a while ago). I got through the exams okay although I found it really difficult to concentrate on studying for them. I think I was just so tired by the end of term. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bN3HQrg4I/AAAAAAAABAo/waU8pVm5U_s/s1600-h/PC210021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all went fine though and then we capped off the term with a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bOSnQrg5I/AAAAAAAABAw/yIxD4aMxwGo/s1600-h/PC210021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fantastic christmas party (see the link at right to the web album). We've got a really good MBA band this year and they had everyone up and dancing for a large part of the evening. The next morning everyone started leaving campus for the two week christmas holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bQBHQrg9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/d2UelDiA7Mc/s1600-h/PC250041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167546340001678290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bQBHQrg9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/d2UelDiA7Mc/s200/PC250041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bQKHQrg-I/AAAAAAAABBY/24BUDfAB5pA/s1600-h/PC210021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167546494620500962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bQKHQrg-I/AAAAAAAABBY/24BUDfAB5pA/s200/PC210021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since both my sister and I are in England, my parents decided to come and visit us over Christmas. We spent Christmas week in a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bOq3Qrg6I/AAAAAAAABA4/-NYSC4geUf0/s1600-h/PC250041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picturesque cottage near Burford in the Cotswalds. It was like something out a Jane Austen novel, especially the carols service in the village hall! My &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bO0HQrg7I/AAAAAAAABBA/SLHUDFC6vgc/s1600-h/PC250041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Zealand friends Adrian and Amanda and their one year old daughter Talia joined us for Christmas and we spent a lovely couple of days eating, chatting and walking around the area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the week was pretty lazy. I really needed to just sit still for a few days and take advantage of the nice bath tub! The most taxing thing we did was visit the local pub and take a day trip to Bath. The highlight of the day &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bPJ3Qrg8I/AAAAAAAABBI/Gax8I-84oRQ/s1600-h/PC280065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167545390813905858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bPJ3Qrg8I/AAAAAAAABBI/Gax8I-84oRQ/s200/PC280065.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for me was watching my sister's partner being used as a street performer's sidekick (there are more photos in the Christmas week web album). At the end of the week the rest of my family flew off to Spain and Morocco for 10 days while I headed for a few days at my friend Helen's at Shrewsberry in the mid-west over New years before coming back to Cranfield. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-7033612163627193599?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/7033612163627193599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=7033612163627193599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/7033612163627193599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/7033612163627193599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2008/02/exams-and-holidays.html' title='Exams and Holidays'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R7bQBHQrg9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/d2UelDiA7Mc/s72-c/PC250041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-5977409124428063598</id><published>2007-12-09T21:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:51:18.367+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1 - End in Sight</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've written but it has been a busy term. For the first few weeks everyone was looking forward to the weekends to have a sleep in. By about week 4 we worked out we didn't have time to spare on the weekends and every one started dreaming about Christmas holidays. We finished lectures for term 1 on Friday so most of the learning team work and projects are over and we are concentrating on preparing for exams. So I'll try to summarise the last 8 or 9 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the weather. It's now winter which means grey, cold, wet and windy. The odd day when its sunny is really quite pleasant but its usually wet which means you can't stray off the footpath or you'll slip into knee deep mud and if its windy everything is unpleasant and about 10 degrees colder. Really weird to see it get dark at 4pm as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vP-rcJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAXA/48ODFyL_Ex4/s1600-h/IMG_0412_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141932075293205778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vP-rcJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAXA/48ODFyL_Ex4/s200/IMG_0412_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My learning team has survived a term together having got everything done well without too many fights and have emerged the other end as a very sociable group. Every second Sunday one of us will cook for the team which has helped us get to know each other better. I'm sure Yogesh will look at his cooking night as one of &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vQQLcJ5TI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/94AqEP9a-Lc/s1600-h/PA260105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141932375940916530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vQQLcJ5TI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/94AqEP9a-Lc/s200/PA260105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his MBA achievements seeing as how he had never made so much as a sandwich before and people even went back for seconds. There have also been plenty of jokes. This is &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vQHbcJ5SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7pyBNin53MY/s1600-h/PA260105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan who we refer to as the most productive member of the team. Next term everyone gets reshuffled and we get new learning teams so we start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise it's been an interesting term. We did team projects on Arsenal for Marketing and a company that makes pregnancy tests for Operations Management. We ran a manufacturing production line to put into practice our operations management course. I learnt that I've been doing linear regression the dodgy way for most of my career and now actually understand how to do it. I vaguely understand basic accounting but notyet enough to pass my exam and have started the difficult process of resurecting what was already quite bad German to some sort of acceptable intermediate level. We've also done a lot of careers and organisational behaviour stuff which has been really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of term that I don't think anyone has enjoyed too much has been the WACs. It stands for Weekend Assessment of Case (or something similar). A case study appears in your pigeon hole at 1pm Friday afternoon and you start reading. You then meet your learning team at 3pm for an hour and a half to start analysing/building a solution. There is then a "stream dump" where the 45 people in the class compare thinking followed by pizza. At about 8pm you meet with your learning team again to distill all the information and decide how to share the number crunching or other appendix type things which we are allowed to produce and share as a team. At about 9pm you head home to start writing a 1500 word report that is due at 4pm the next day. This term we had WACs for economics and accounting and there are 2 more next term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vR7rcJ5UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oqq7gxB7gk4/s1600-h/PB160014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141934222776853826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vR7rcJ5UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oqq7gxB7gk4/s200/PB160014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the social side, themes have ranged from latin night complete with salsa lessons to dressing up in Saris for Diwali night and my favourite so far the "Miss Cranfield" beauty pagent also known as an excuse for the guys to dress up as women. Have a look at some of the photos in the album link on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas holidays start in 2 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-5977409124428063598?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/5977409124428063598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=5977409124428063598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/5977409124428063598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/5977409124428063598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/12/term-1-end-in-sight.html' title='Term 1 - End in Sight'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/R1vP-rcJ5RI/AAAAAAAAAXA/48ODFyL_Ex4/s72-c/IMG_0412_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-235548170200938272</id><published>2007-10-13T20:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:21:53.117+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Day Learning Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The MBA started for real this week. One week of lessons over and it feels like we've been here for months already. By about Wednesday we were all starting to dream about a sleep in on Saturday morning. I'm still trying to work out the best way to get through the work and how to best use our learning team time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day has a 4 hr block of 3 lectures either in the morning or afternoon and the other part of the day is largely devoted to learning team time. Evenings, you then have to do your own reading/other work. The process here largely revolves around the 3 day learning cycle. Each team is doing it a bit differently and we're all feeling our way through it but this is what our team is doing. We're drawn up a roster with 2 people's names beside each lecture for the term. That means they are responsible for studying for that lecture and coming to team meetings reading to summarise it and help share what they've learnt with the rest of the team. So for Wednesday's 3 lectures, everyone reads one subject on Monday night then we all discuss all 3 subjects during Tuesday's team meetings and should then all be well prepared for Wednesday's lectures. The exception is when we're discussing a case study, in which case everyone needs to have at least had a quick read before coming to the meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far it's going okay but we haven't really worked out how best to summarise things for a group of people who all learn and study differently and just how much time/detail we go into for each subject. It got pretty hard yesterday (Friday afternoon) when everyone was tired and dreaming of the weekend but we're making an effort in our team to try to stick to a Monday to Friday schedule and keep weekends free - other than individual work. We know there will be times when it isn't possible but it's a good plan for now at least. We're also conscious that the work load is going to get MUCH greater over the next few weeks and the extra curricular commitments haven't really started yet so we're trying to get the learning team working well as early as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RxCpw0Gb3lI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_3XsKqgCQ9s/s1600-h/770s80s_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120779432404704850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RxCpw0Gb3lI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_3XsKqgCQ9s/s200/770s80s_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't all hard work this week though. The first of what will be regular Thursday night socials was held this week. Theme - 70s and 80s night. Some pretty scary costumes and really funny dancing. Crawling off to bed at 2am when I had to be in a lecture at 8:45am the next morning looking vaguely intelligent wasn't the best move but at least I wasn't the only one looking a little worse for wear.  It was a great excuse to get away from the books for a couple of hours if nothing else.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-235548170200938272?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/235548170200938272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=235548170200938272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/235548170200938272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/235548170200938272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-day-learning-cycle.html' title='The 3 Day Learning Cycle'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RxCpw0Gb3lI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_3XsKqgCQ9s/s72-c/770s80s_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-671952309825518264</id><published>2007-10-07T03:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:37:37.454+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Week</title><content type='html'>We've only just finished our orientation week and everyone's already exhausted. I didn't really believe all the alumni that told me just how big the workload was going to be but I believe them now! A group of last year's MBA students along with some of the faculty passed on how the Cranfield school of management operates and worked on quickly getting us to know the people in the groups we'll be working (VERY closely) with over the next year ie. our streams and learning teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 138 MBA students here this year and we've been broken up into three streams - red (me), blue and green. The learning team is the group that I'm likely to spend 3-4 hours a day with preparing for lectures, presentations and assignments. My team of 6 covers 5 continents. We've got an accountant from Nigeria, a scientist (biotech) from Ireland, an engineer from India, an engineer from Peru, a supply specialist from India and me. Our first group work assignment went fairly well and we all get alone well so far but the real test is when the pressure starts to mount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RwfIckGb3iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ov--Z9Wel10/s1600-h/PA040085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118279894582418978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RwfIckGb3iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ov--Z9Wel10/s200/PA040085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already we've got a healthy rivalry going between the streams. Red stream won the sports day on Wednesday and each stream put on a 30 minute caberat show on Thursday night. The links on the right will take you to web albums with lots of photos from this week. We've done all the serious necessary things around registration, sorting out computers and being sorted into learning teams. I can now find my way between buildings without getting lost, have tracked&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RwfOikGb3jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Tr3TbSQrYyc/s1600-h/PA050096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; down my locker and can find the two pubs on site (yes, small university - two pubs!). We've got to know each other and a bit more about the countries that everyone comes from - Dad, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RwgNekGb3kI/AAAAAAAAAWs/td76w_RB6iw/s1600-h/PA050096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118355795244473922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RwgNekGb3kI/AAAAAAAAAWs/td76w_RB6iw/s200/PA050096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told your story of hitting a kangaroo in a VW beetle. Got a good laugh. We've also spent a lot of time having a lot of fun. We've done a lot of laughing, clapping, yelling, clapping, drinking and a bit more clapping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon was a little less happy. I've spent most of this week telling people how Australia was going to flog the poms in the rugby. Sitting in the pub with only 1 other Aussie and a room full of poms made losing today a little bit more painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-671952309825518264?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/671952309825518264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=671952309825518264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/671952309825518264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/671952309825518264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/10/orientation-week.html' title='Orientation Week'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RwfIckGb3iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ov--Z9Wel10/s72-c/PA040085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-4589824148236846085</id><published>2007-09-27T03:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:01:28.974+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving States and Countries</title><content type='html'>In the last two and a bit weeks I've finished work, moved everything back to Queensland and moved to England ready to start at Cranfield next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished work on a Friday and the removalists came first thing Monday morning - or at least they were supposed to come first thing. I discovered that you should never believe a word a removalist says. Every time I rang to see where they were I was told they were on their way and would be there soon. They didn't actually make it until 11am so I sat around for 3 hours waiting for them when I could have been doing other things! Anyway, everything eventually got packed up and taken to be stored in Brisbane. (My parents spent 2 days at the other end waiting for the removalists to ring so they could let them into the storage shed, but that's another saga I won't go into - I'll just say that Mum got to exercise her displeased teacher voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/Rvl4kkGb2dI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vVg2f7-zif8/s1600-h/ship012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqZc0Gb2eI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7napsC_qohM/s1600-h/ship012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114569047133641186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqZc0Gb2eI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7napsC_qohM/s320/ship012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye Newcastle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqZ2kGb2fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gAUoP98JTzM/s1600-h/tn_House_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114569489515272690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqZ2kGb2fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gAUoP98JTzM/s320/tn_House_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello Ripley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove from Newcastle up to my parents place at Ripley near Ipswich the next day. 850km in just under 11 hours. I thought I was doing really well until I got pulled up for speeding by a cop in Tenterfield - first ever speeding ticket. Not happy! The cop looked very surprised when I said it was my first ever ticket and told me to write a nice letter detailing my long and unblemished driving record and maybe they'd let me off with a caution. Letter's been sent so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week at home was great but pretty busy sorting out the last few things before leaving the country, catching up with people and eating my way around south east Queensland. Then came my discovery that I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqadUGb2gI/AAAAAAAAANE/Ky5WssBpaDo/s1600-h/ANP_2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114570155235203586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqadUGb2gI/AAAAAAAAANE/Ky5WssBpaDo/s200/ANP_2233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;couldn't actually take as much luggage as I thought I could. Yes, I had a Virgin Atlantic upper class ticket but apparently you only get to take 3 bags if you're flying across the Atlantic, to the Caribbean or Nigeria for some strange reason. Turns out I was allowed 30kg total so everything had to be rationed and repacked&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvlxkEGb2aI/AAAAAAAAAME/rOb8S5fa0tI/s1600-h/P9230039.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. That was really not a fun day and I still ended up sending an extra bag as unaccompanied baggage (still a much cheaper option than $40 per kg for excess baggage). Eventually I made it onto a plane with way too much luggage and started the 26 hr trek to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE thank you to Virgin Atlantic for donating my upper class flight as part of the scholarship. It's the first time I've been able to completely stretch out and lie down on a plane and when you're on there for up to 14 hours a leg that's a very good thing. My cousin can vouch for how cranky a flyer I normally am - surprisingly she's still talking to me after surviving a trip to Thailand with me at Christmas. This time I had a flat bed in my own little suite complete with sheets and pyjamas.  The service was fantastic, especially the massages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvrGGkGb2iI/AAAAAAAAANU/BgSZ5F22sds/s1600-h/P9230039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114618142904801826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvrGGkGb2iI/AAAAAAAAANU/BgSZ5F22sds/s200/P9230039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turned up at my sisters doorstep in London at 6:30am Wednesday morning. I didn't get enough sleep on the plane to avoid jet lag but I really only had one day that was a complete write off. Two days after landing I'd managed to sort out the big jobs - bank accounts up and running, UK Sim card organised and car purchased. I am now the proud owner of a 2004 dark blue, manual, diesel, 5 door hatchback Peugeot 307 but I don't pick it up until Friday which is good because parking is less than easy in the middle of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's Wednesday and I've managed a full week living with my sister and we haven't killed each other yet - our parents are very proud. Our normal limit is about 3 days. 3 more days and then I move into college. I'm looking forward to getting settled and organised. I'm definately over living out of suitcase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-4589824148236846085?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/4589824148236846085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=4589824148236846085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/4589824148236846085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/4589824148236846085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/09/moving-states-and-countries.html' title='Moving States and Countries'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RvqZc0Gb2eI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7napsC_qohM/s72-c/ship012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-1560076252867166749</id><published>2007-08-28T17:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:24:27.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scholarship</title><content type='html'>The other backgrounder I should go through is being awarded the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the process. The first step was putting together a one pager on why I wanted to do my MBA and why I thought I should be awarded the scholarship. The Alumni then used these to put together a short list of five finalists. We each then went through interviews with representatives from the Alumni association and with an executive recruitment firm, Egon Zehnder. A few days after my interviews I got a phone call from Alex Chapman (from the Australian Alumni Association) to say that I had won it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aim with the scholarship had always been to try to make it into the top five so I could go through the experience of the selection process. Winning it seemed completely surreal. That night I rang pretty much everyone I knew to tell them but I don't think it really sank in for me until a week or two before the presentation night in Melbourne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to get an idea of just how big a thing this was when I saw some of the preparations being made for the Melbourne weekend and with BHP Billiton's (my employer) reaction to the news. It still didn't really prepare me for that weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex had invited all of the finalists to her house at Mount Macedon for a day of pre-MBA "boot camp" so the Saturday was spent learning how to write statements of intent, going through tips for getting through all the reading and learning some relaxation/destressing techniques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtotvU3TA6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SN9ET9m9Ydc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105443418655622050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtotvU3TA6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SN9ET9m9Ydc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The official Alumni activities started the next day with an informal lunch at Alex's house with alumni members, the scholarship finalists and our families. I had met a few alumni at a "Meet the Alumni" dinner in Sydney a few months before and it was great to talk to a collection of people about their time at Cranfield and what changed for them after doing their MBAs. There was one thing in common with all the people I spoke to regardless of where they &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/Rto7O03TA7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/AkfyTgspupo/s1600-h/Maala.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105458253472662450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/Rto7O03TA7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/AkfyTgspupo/s200/Maala.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;originally came from, what their backgrounds where or how long ago they did their MBA: they all got a glint in their eye and talked so passionately about the time they had spent at Cranfield. My mother kept on saying for the next few days "they're all so nice" with a surprised tone in her voice. I think she expected the stereotypical arrogant attitude often associated with MBAs and was pleasantly surprised to find that the reality was very different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Monday afternoon, Cranfield lecturer Stephen Regan ran a workshop on the New Economics of Business Strategy which gave me a good idea of what some of my lectures are &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpbiU3TA9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qNK5LkDnCNg/s1600-h/finalists.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105493772852200402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpbiU3TA9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qNK5LkDnCNg/s200/finalists.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;probably going to be like. Thankfully, it was far from dry. If the workshop was anything to go on, I'm expecting at least Stephen's lectures to be very interactive and thought provoking. The workshop was timed so that the participants would go straight on to drinks before the award dinner while we did a lot of the official photographs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo session was probably my most surreal moment for the weekend. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpbK03TA8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Z8b3qZgQE5c/s1600-h/raw.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105493369125274562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpbK03TA8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Z8b3qZgQE5c/s200/raw.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was standing between the ANZ CEO John McFarlane and the BHP Billiton CEO Chip Goodyear talking about doing business in India while my group Vice President stood talking to my parents, encouraging my mother to take a few pictures on her camera which she had promised me she had left at the hotel. My father, who actually is a photographer and the family member usually threatening me with a camera, was remarkably restrained and left the role of paparazzi to my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpwtE3TBDI/AAAAAAAAALc/fmMhF5vKP44/s1600-h/band.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105517047279977522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpwtE3TBDI/AAAAAAAAALc/fmMhF5vKP44/s200/band.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then followed the band out of the hotel and over to the cathedral chapter house for the awards dinner. First time I've ever followed a tuba player to dinner. By this stage of the weekend I had met a large number of the people there and it was a very fun, relaxed evening. People were rotated around the room in between courses so you got to talk to a number of different &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpxBk3TBEI/AAAAAAAAALk/uzdazL54CSQ/s1600-h/dinner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105517399467295810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpxBk3TBEI/AAAAAAAAALk/uzdazL54CSQ/s200/dinner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people. It was a great night. There are a lot more photos on the Australian Alumni website if you want to see more of the night (link on the right). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtpqBU3TBCI/AAAAAAAAALU/LZQcYGkid_I/s1600-h/dinner.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-1560076252867166749?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/1560076252867166749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=1560076252867166749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/1560076252867166749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/1560076252867166749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/scholarship.html' title='The Scholarship'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj3Px3Z7i6M/RtotvU3TA6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/SN9ET9m9Ydc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-6868921191801641768</id><published>2007-08-26T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:45:32.848+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Applications and the GMAT</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd go through how I got to this point - about to head to the UK for a year to do my MBA at Cranfield.  It's been an interesting year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about studying an MBA for a few years but was always put off by comments from supervisors and mentors that "they're not seen as anything special these days" as well as the idea of trying to work and study at the same time.  Ideally I wanted to do a full time MBA at an internationally recognised business school but how could I just drop everything to go back to uni and how on earth would I pay for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of life's opportunities come down to good luck combined with the right timing.  In January this year I had just come back to work after a fantastic holiday in Thailand and work suddenly seemed like the absolute last place I wanted to be.  I was straight back into the same project I had been working on for over three years and I realised that if I wanted things to change, I had to make them change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day an email was circulated around the site from our HR team explaining about the Australian Alumni Cranfield Scholarship.  It looked like a great opportunity but there wasn't a hope in hell I'd get the scholarship.  It got me thinking though.  Why couldn't I take time out to go do my MBA?  I think I spent every night that week on the Internet looking at business schools.  I started searching the top 100 lists, looking mostly at Europe and focusing on schools that had project and operations management as core courses.  I got it down to a top three but with a clear front runner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd almost forgotten about the original email but going through what I wanted in an MBA, Cranfield came out far ahead of the rest of the pack for where I wanted to go.  Some of the major attractions for me where the personal development theme running through the course, the active alumni association and the student make up which is a little older than other schools and is largely international. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wasn't convinced that I was actually going to do this for real but decided that I should at least apply to my top three and see where to go from there so I started to do my research on the GMAT.  The Graduate Management Admission Test is made up of two 30 minute essays, 75 minutes of verbal multiple choice questions (sentence correction, critical reasoning, reading comprehension) and 75 minutes of quantitative multiple choice questions (maths, problem solving, data sufficiency).  I had a look at some typical GMAT questions then found a testing centre and booked my test.  The earliest I could get was about 4 weeks away and I had to go to Sydney to do it (from Newcastle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before my test I tracked down some practice ones on line and thought I'd go through a couple of them.  I've got an engineering degree so I wasn't worried about the maths and my arts degree taught me to write essays but my grammar's never been great so I was mostly concerned about the sentence correction questions.  DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE GMAT!  Turns out my grammar was in the top 10% but my maths marks were horrible.  They were asking about stuff I hadn't touched since high school (and hated then) - probability, permutations, geometry, surds - and you had about 2 minutes per question with no calculator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAT took over my life for the next three days.  Once I had revised all my senior maths and worked out the strategy involved in the test I had time for about 5 hours sleep before driving to Sydney.  The cram sessions paid off and I came out with a score of 660, the average for Cranfield students.  I think that week is when I decided I was doing this MBA thing for real - I hadn't gone through all that for nothing.  Next step was asking my boss and another colleague for references, then filling in all the applications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had finished writing up my Cranfield application I pretty much had my heart set on going and in the end it was the only school I applied to.  I sent off my application and received an email inviting me to a phone interview with the Director of Recruitment (there was another essay to write and send in for the interview).  A few days later I was accepted to Cranfield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now (early March) it was time to make a decision.  My whole family was telling me I'd kick myself if I didn't go but I still had to work out how I was going to pay for it - $100k is a hell of a lot of money.  I had applied for the Australian Alumni scholarship but knew that my chances of winning it were pretty slim so I went in search of other options.  I had a fair amount saved (house deposit was the original idea) and my parents offered to help and I could always take out a loan.  I had to do it so I sent off my acceptance.  I was going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-6868921191801641768?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/6868921191801641768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=6868921191801641768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/6868921191801641768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/6868921191801641768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/applications-and-gmat.html' title='Applications and the GMAT'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510504819008331862.post-271863419716423005</id><published>2007-08-26T17:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:12:23.355+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Blog</title><content type='html'>I had a request from the Cranfield Australian Alumni to keep of a blog of my year at Cranfield so here it is.  Apart from letting prospective students see into the daily life of an MBA student, this blog should also make it easier for my family and friends to know what I'm up to and I'll have a diary of my year that I can look back on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510504819008331862-271863419716423005?l=sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/feeds/271863419716423005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1510504819008331862&amp;postID=271863419716423005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/271863419716423005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1510504819008331862/posts/default/271863419716423005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahscranfieldyear.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-to-blog.html' title='Welcome to the Blog'/><author><name>SARAH NICHOLSON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16777554881385007531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
