ALL POSTS BY: Ninad Pendse
The Week That Flew By
So my two week long wait since coming to Nashville was over
and B school finally started. Well not quite but at least the orientation
week is past us. And boy did this week go by quickly!
The week was filled with a lot of information gathering
coupled with some enjoyable but very tiring activities. I was very excited to
meet all my new classmates. Never before have I met and interacted with so many
people in such a short span of time – people with diverse backgrounds, people with
whom I will be spending what I guess will be the most memorable two years of my
life. In addition to learning from them over the course of next 2 years, I also
intend to convert these acquaintances into friendships that will last well
beyond my two years at Owen.
During the admissions process I have been constantly hearing
about the Owen community, be it from other students or the admissions committee
members. I got to experience firsthand what it’s like being part of the Owen
community. Although the heat and humidity made it very exhausting, it was very
fulfilling to participate in building bikes and the habitat build.
Last Day at Work
As I sit
here at the airport, waiting for my delayed flight, the realization is finally
sinking in. I am about to begin a new chapter in my life.
But before
beginning this chapter, another chapter came to an end yesterday when I went to
work for the last time. I did not expect to feel sad or emotional on my last
day. Primarily because I am excited to pursue my full time MBA program and face
the challenges that lay ahead. But as I was reading the card that my coworkers
gave me, I almost had tears in my eyes. The feeling that I might not see any of
them ever again brushed my mind. And glimpses of various memories of the last
two years flashed through my eyes. I remembered all the moments of joy, hard
work, affection and kinship. The time spent in playful bantering, silly
fighting and juicy gossiping. This made me realize how memorable and cherishing
my last two years at work have been. One doesn’t realize the importance of
something unless he/she is deprived of it. All that I can do now is hold these
memories tightly in my fist and lock them up in my mind. And open the lock
anytime I am felling nostalgic.