The Hidden Curriculum of an MBA: Lessons Beyond the Classroom
When I packed my bags and left home for the first time in twenty-one years, I thought the biggest shift would be academics. I expected numbers, case studies, presentations, and professors who would push us harder than ever. I did not expect that the real syllabus would be written between hostel corridors, lonely evenings in the start, friendships that came unexpectedly, and the quiet moments we spend convincing ourselves we’re doing fine. Learning to Live on My Own Back home, decisions were shared—sometimes even taken for me. Here, every day begins with choices I have to make alone. What to prioritise? Who to trust? How to manage a schedule that stretches too thin? At first, it felt intimidating. Now, it feels empowering. Three months ago, I would call someone for a second opinion even for small things. Now, I take those decisions on my own, talk to friends only for perspective, and not because I need approval. That shift is small but deeply personal. Missing Home in Quiet Ways I didn’...