On leadership ... and collaboration

Over the past few months, I've been working on an article with Darden professor, Ryan Quinn. In about 800 words, it discusses the role our culture played in creating the current financial crisis, and the small, personal choices we can make to help enact change. The piece was published in The Washington Post's "On Leadership" section last Friday: http://views.washingtonpost.com/leadership/guestinsights/2009/12/four-questions-for-changing-culture.html
Writing it was a great experience. Not only did I get to try my hand at a new style of writing, I got the opportunity to work closely with a professor who just a year before had stood before my Section B class and cold-called me! To me, this is a testament to the wonderful relationships students and professors can form here at Darden; relationships of creativity and collaboration.

Snowed in

I left New York City just in time! A mere 24-hours after I wrapped up my trek visits and boarded a train back to Rhode Island, the snow started falling. It hasn't stopped. And judging from a recent walk (or rather, attempted walk) with my dog, it's about knee-deep now. Not that this is a bad thing. With a counter-full of baked goods, a Christmas mix on repeat and a tree still un-trimmed, my family's been keeping busy.

NYC Job Trek

Each year, several Darden groups and clubs organize two- to three-day treks to cities near and far, from London to Las Vegas, San Francisco to Charlotte, and Houston to Hong Kong. The aim is to visit companies that don't recruit at Darden on their own turf. And it's the perfect opportunity to find and follow-up on job leads when your search is geographically focused.
Last year, I attended the Media, Entertainment & Sports Club's Washington DC trek. For me, it was a fabulous way to learn about companies, meet with executives and network -- an especially important part of finding a job in the media industry. The trip was so successful, in fact, that tomorrow I jump back on the trek bandwagon.
This year my destination is New York City, where the first-year trek leads have compiled an impressive list of companies to visit, including: NBC, The New York Times, Hearst and ESPN. So excited.

Papers, exams and things that distract me from completing papers and exams

One of the (many) luxuries of second year is being able to take home your papers and exams and complete them at your leisure during exam week. The only problem, of course, is that leisure leaves the door wide open to a whole host of distractions. Chief among them today, has been posting (and anxiously reviewing) all of the photos taken at last night's Darden "prom." See, every half hour for the past three hours, someone new posts their pictures on Facebook, leaving me no choice but to spend a few minutes clicking through the album. The result? Some lightening-fast photo "untags" and just two pages of a six page paper done. Sigh.

New blood, new blogs

This afternoon, the Darden Student Bloggers held its first meeting to welcome its new, Class of 2011 bloggers into the digital fold. As is typical of any b-school gathering, there was plenty of cheese-covered unhealthiness to nibble on as we introduced ourselves, discussed issues of privacy and censorship and talked blogs. Toward the end of the meeting, one of the first years turned to me and asked if I'd experienced any negative recruiting repercussions by being so open about my early struggles at Darden. The question made me pause. I've always looked at this blog as an opportunity to share, in real-time, my relatively unfiltered view of Darden. As a result, it was only natural that I chronicled my DA angst, my long --and sometimes sleepless --nights and my tear-filled Black November. No recruiter has asked me about the posts I've written, but if they did, I'd like to think I'd be proud of them. Sure, they highlight personal weakness. And yes, they call attention to a difficult and far-from-seamless transition. But they're also a testament to my ability to push through. My tenure at Darden has been riddled with moments of self-doubt, aching frustration and even, heartbreak. Yet you know that age-old maxim -- "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"? Well, in this case, it's proved true. Each DA spreadsheet I made, each restless night I weathered, each crushing ding I cried over contributed to an experience I wouldn't trade for the world. Because of all these things, I truly believe I'm a stronger person and a better leader. And I don't mind the world (or at least the five people who read this blog) knowing that.

So, as you fresh-faced bloggers take to your keyboards, I urge at least a couple of you to consider being really frank and open about your time at Darden. Own up to the fear, admit to the worry and share the lows as well as the highs. In doing so, you may give up the shiny, near-perfect facade. But you'll get a series of posts that make you realize just how strong you are.

Reconnecting

A couple weeks ago, I took advantage of one of my reading day Fridays to drive two hours down to the bustling metropolis of Roanoke, Va. The Star City of the South. My home for three years.

I hadn't been back since I'd started at Darden and as I drove, I thought about how different my life is now from what it was just five years before when I'd made my first trip to Roanoke. At that point, I thought I'd be a journalist forever. I'd just moved from my native California back to Virginia and was excited to take on a new job, a new newsroom and a new community. But I didn't know a soul.

Fast-forward five years. I'm no longer a journalist. I've traded Southwest Virginia for Central Virginia. And I was heading back to Roanoke to reconnect with a few close friends -- people I'd grown to love and who had supported me as I embarked on a huge life change. At lunch and in a post-lunch meeting, I caught up on the goings-on at my old firm, shared my summer experiences and post-graduation job ambitions and just gossiped. It was fantastic -- like, warm, happy feeling in your stomach fantastic. I was reminded of the wonderful network of friends I have -- friends who care deeply and believe fully. Totally worth the two hour drive.

A night out with the girls

This past Tuesday, I enjoyed a regular night out with five of my favorite Darden ladies. Over dinner and wine we talked about Halloween misadventures, complained about problem sets and offered each other relationship advice. Pretty typical. But as chatter turned to the future, I realized how much I'd miss my girls when we parted ways post-graduation. Happy as I was to toast job offers and signing bonuses, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that none of my friends' jobs were likely to take them to the Northeast.

I've said here many times how much I value the tight-knit Darden community and in particular, my close circle of friends. And it's true. I really believe that some of the best things I'll take away with me come May are the relationships I've made here ... well that, and a massive diploma.

The silver lining? As we were contemplating the menu at Maya ($12 Tuesdays!), I looked across the restaurant and spotted a table full of first-year women. Like us, they'd traded an extra hour with their cases for a little girl bonding. Nice choice, ladies.