No doubt this is all due to my slow re-entry into the real world, where it would be strange to have an oversized head. It's just that I am not so sure I am ready to give up the side effects of a Cambridge MBA. I suffered, I adapted, I survived! I should have scars -- or an oversized head-- to show for it, darn it! Instead I'm just me again... that was a whole lot of cash to invest for a return of 'just me'!!!
As you, readers, all know, this head size phenomenon has perplexed me for a long time. Frankly though, the biggest mystery remains this sudden abrupt ending, since my move away, and it has lead me to wonder if any of it ever actually happened? Here is the deal: one goes to a place like Cambridge inevitably feeling a little (or very) insecure. Nevertheless the MBA year makes you believe, slowly, that maybe you do belong. You can do the work, you pass (most) classes, you go out and make great friends, you beat Oxford in sports and you wear a gown (I LUV MY GOWN). After a while you begin to think that it might just be possible that you actually belong amongst the footsteps of Newton, Burns, Darwin, Plath, Ali G and Nick Hornby -- all people, by the way, with enormous heads (I mean actual physical sizes).
But what if I have been deluding myself and, every time I looked in the mirror at my growing head, what I was actually seeing was a reflection of Newton, Burns, Darwin, Plath, Ali G and Nick Hornby(in that order chronologically)? What if all I was hoping for was a bit of greatness to rub off and be sprinkled onto my average sized 'shoulder melon'? What if the 'me' that went to Cambridge is the same 'me' that left it???
Now there is a totally ridiculous idea! If nothing else, the 'me' that left has definitely added a few inches around the waist from all the grad hall dinners... where only fabulous brilliant people are invited to dine ;P
Welcome and best of luck to the MBA class of 2009!
AJ
