During my research for my first assignment I came across some papers and a book debating about the best way to learn management skills and behaviours. One of the strongest opinions came from a distinguished professor of a Canadian University. The basic idea of his books is that MBA is the wrong way to train to the wrong people the wrong tricks. He argues that management being a skill can’t be learnt in a classroom; instead it needs experience and training on the ground.

Although no body can dispute the fact that experience is necessary in any occupation or profession. Cognitive learning is essential to arm you with the tools and the methodology to understand better your work as a manager and how to improve it.

I disagree with this professor and with some of the published papers challenging the suitability of MBAs. I decided to embark in an MBA, because after 10 years of managerial experience I realized that fundamental frameworks for my career were missing. Because no matter how many courses of finances, accounting and project management you take, you still miss a holistic view and understanding of your work as a manager. Because you actually end up learning more from your class mates than from books and professors who act more as a facilitators than teachers. And because It is a lot of fun to go back to the University, enjoy the debates and challenge every well-established position or belief including the existence of the MBAs.

There is the romance of the Dreaming Spires, but many others will only ever be able to dream.
There is real poverty, particularly in northern pockets of the town. So while on Friday nights the streets are awash with late-teen children of the great and good of Great Britain learning to get drunk on cheap lager, there are other, life-toughened children from poorer families who already know how to.
It’s a striking contrast. Henry will leave Balliol with the self-confidence that the well bred and well educated have, and take path to sure success, probably in the City or at the Bar. Henry from Blackbird will tread his own, predetermined path. There are exceptions, of course, but it’s a terrible indictment on the British schooling system that there aren’t enough.

Anyway enough of this downbeat stuff. Oxford is a very beautiful, historic town. As Andrey and I walked back to Saïd after registering at St Anne’s College, Andrey, a Muscovite, kept shaking his head and laughing.
“It’s like out of a fairy tale”, he said.

EMBA 6 has really taken to Oxford. Colleges are a unique part of life in old uni towns like Oxford and Cambridge. Scarves with the college crests were bought. One colleague flaunted her distinct green and white Jesus College scarf.  She allowed me to wear it for a while.

We quickly sussed out the watering holes— special mention must go to the indefatigable Warren. The catalyst for many things social after class, and sharp, focused and prepared next morning.

Just past Trinity College on the other side of the road is The Turf. It’s like a labyrinth— a maze of cozy little rooms. Quaint. Old. Very English. Some good lagers and bitters there. I like Village Idiot.

Does any body know what managers do? I don’t; and I have been working as such for more than 8 years. It gets worse. When you start to sink your teeth into the recommended literature; you find that there are as many definitions of managers and leadership as scholars have tried to define it.

After skimming two books and studying fourteen white papers you have a revelation; this assignment will look great if you had six months to prepare it, but you have only a couple of weeks to read all literature, analyse it and finally write your essay. Against your will and your better judgment you need to make a crucial decision. Stop reading and start writing. Before I knew it I had more than six thousands words that was in a desperate need of cleaning, editing and finally cutting down to five thousands words as required by the assignment. The first draft is finished and you don’t like it. You want to start to write everything from scratch but you get a wake up call. The pre-reading for the next module is already in your inbox and it looks massive. Time to submit your essay with your fingers crossed and with one hand covering your eyes. Done!!! Did I survive this one? Don’t know until the results come back, but I don’t have a lot of time to dwell on it as the next module is already here and it looks scary; Decision Science.

• Not having to give up the job completely
• A more manageable programme for people who’d not performed at an academic gig for a long time  
• Experienced classmates who’d achieved much professionally, from whom you’ll learn a lot.
   

Listening to Bob and Ahmed in class just confirmed what was already clear— there was some serious mental and professional firepower in the room, and not all of it was Alan’s.
There are some pretty robust incisive contributions.
Adrian or Tico talking financial trading.
Or Barbara talking company contracts.
I cite a couple dozen more examples.
I’d made the right choice.
It’s going to be tough for a broadcaster for whom garrulousness comes naturally, but if I’d just keep quiet I might learn something these next 20 months.

He eventually homed in two things I myself had reservations about: my frequent travel for work— how would I successfully navigate the demands of the programme? Most of my recent work related travel had been to the US to cover the primaries and general election, and now that that was over, I said, I’d be doing far more studio presentation.

The second was how I’d cope with the demanding quantitative component, seeing that my barely used engineering background was a long time in the past. I allowed that I was preparing for GMAT and getting a good sense of where I stood on algebraic matters.

Ginny Madeley from EMBA admissions kindly showed me around.

I came back to Saïd Business School in later that month, to cover the Silicon Valley Comes to Oxford event. I’m a techie, had done technology pieces for and presented the World Service’s technology programme, and talking with the guys like Biz Stone, the founder of Twitter and Reid Hoffman, chairman of LinkedIn, was like giving a greedy kid the keys to the chocolate shop.

I liked what I saw at Saïd Business School.

The quality of the lecture theatres was first-rate. I’d looked at some other biz schools and in this respect, the school’s teaching facilities were as good as any I’d seen.

I like the aesthetics of the building— brick, pale wood and glass modernism and high ceilings along the lecture theatre corridor.

The stone courtyard and the amphitheatre above look inviting. I had the feeling that as the days grew longer and, especially in the spring and summer, I’d really enjoy being at Saïd Business School.

Of course, the building has its critics, as I’ll show more fully in a later post. That muted mood lighting in the evening may look great along lecture theatre row but it doesn’t work in the library at night. MBAs and undergrads, who spend a longer time at Saïd Business School than we EMBAs do, find it wholly inadequate.

Nonetheless, I like the look and feel of Saïd Business School. I’d like to think that it’s not because I spend relatively little time there. Can’t wait for the summer. I hope we get an open air class in the amphitheatre. Never taken classes in sunglasses.