Lent Term has officially kicked off, and I have a feeling that it's going to be a good term. We hit the ground running, which to be fair, is the theme of a one-year MBA programme.
It was great to see folks again, trying to catch up as much as possible in between classes. We've switched streams (the group we have our core lectures with) for this term - which is great, but I don't recognize some faces. Have to work on that. Monday night ended with a formal, I was placed at Christ College for this term. Stellar group, we had a lovely dinner and then went to a pub nearby to meet up with other formals!
Tuesday was rough, had back to back to back classes, which starts to drain the brain. But thank goodness for Queens' canteen! One of the only (maybe the only) dining hall that stays open till 2pm, so we have 30 minutes to go grab food. Needless to say, Queens' has become popular among the MBA cohort for this reason. We took up 3 rows in the cafeteria on Tuesday...
Thursday brought bimi bap with the ladiez, one of my favorite meals in Cambridge!
On Friday, I got to put my dumpling folding skills to the test! One of my Denver roomies taught me how to fold them last year and after a few rounds, I got the hang of it again. Rebecca was kind enough to host a group for Chinese New Year and organized a lovely evening.
My fave MBA couple
Saturday was a big day - our first Business School Club event! Vivian, Jimmy, and I organized a welcome back to school/Chinese New Year party for our class. I think the event was a hit. We had a dumpling-making station, a tea ceremony station, calligraphy, games, and even a talent showcase - plus a lot of Chinese food. Like a lot a lot.
We ended up hosting in Judge because it's difficult to find space for ~200 people in tiny ole Cambridge, but I think the building all dressed up looked really nice. Looking forward to planning more events over the next six months. In true MBA fashion, we went to a pub after to continue the celebrations.
Today has been a nice and calm day. Everything froze overnight, but that made nature look extra stunning today, which I appreciated. Brunch at Queens' with the gal pals, then to Darwin College for a Japanese New Year event. The Japan SIG threw a great event teaching us how to make mochi and sharing the cultural norms for New Year's in Japan - lots of fun.
The night ended with evensong and pizza at Peterhouse College. Not a bad end to week one.
Also, it's still really stinking cold. Let me know if this coat gives Dracula vibez.
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