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(non-MBA moan)</title><content type="html">Outside, the rain fell softly. In Hawaii, this is somewhat common. Except today what it didn't follow was the peak from the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what brought me to my grumbling today was a thought on Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Competition for MBA Talent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are so many qualifying applicants but only limited seats in an MBA program, so some of those unfortunate fellows must take the realistic rejection. It's hard. But what puzzled me was the type of method to further distinguish the already "qualifying applicants" to the final number of admits. I often wonder how did the adcom choose? What were they thinking? What was the criteria they use to make that final decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Competition for ONE position:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my previous post, then you would know that I had my Boeing phone interview.  And if you are reading this post now, then you will know that I was selected as the Top 4 candidates for the on-site interview. Was I happy? More than you think! I was excited, jumping up and down, making phone calls to my parents.... you name it. You might be thinking now why in the world was I so thrilled? Let's see... the manger reviewed 160 resumes, and then chose 10 applicants for interview (6.25% selection rate); finally, Top 4 were selected to be flown to Washington (down to 2.5% selection rate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is just one issue. How many are they selecting out of the 4? Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;! -&gt; (0.625%!!!) omg... I needed air. Would I say that those 10 people were of top talents already? Definitely! How about the top 4? No doubt! But to choose one out of the four... the same question flashed back to my mind? What method is Boeing using to finally differentiate these four candidates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- At the same time, I was saddened by the fact that 6 of those top talents had received the cold rejection email. Knowing this, I felt guilty for celebrating my joyous news. But that's life... sigh! I guess I am more afraid to end up to be one of those after my last interview. Those who say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darn, I was so close&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Competition at the Workplace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that after you go through all those interviews to finally land a position at a workplace, some people would still attempt for more competitions at work as if that would be the sole media to acknowledge your existence and intelligence. I understand that in every field, competition often leads to greater innovation and productivity. But it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; healthy. It's intense. What's more important, I believe every position, similar or dissimilar, is equally important and hard. Why does there exist a need to compare each person's responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does holding an MBA degree in fact translate someone into a "smarter person" than someone with a Bachelor degree with more years of working experiences? I encountered such issue at my workplace. I used to be the only Business-major programmer in an IT office; then an MBA fellow started working there. Since, there's a constant competition between him and I. What for? My job task was completely different from his. Maybe I naively wanted to pursue an MBA after college, and I failed. But does that grant him the right to belittle my initiation and actions followed? My education background might not be as impressive as his, but man... to deal with an arrogant individual is harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am proud of my Plan B&lt;/span&gt;. But to have anyone contemn my plans, it's just pure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE COMPETITION!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644160076745438570-5081307783486463221?l=christy703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MySpace, MSN Live, Mixi (Japan's equivalent of myspace), and now, the Blogger. I am torn among these sites to share my agonizing pre-MBA journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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I chose Blogger at the end, mainly because so many other prospective MBAs chose this site to be the ONE that they shared their experiences on. Of course, I would like to read back, sometime in the future, knowing that I have at least some evidence in writing documenting my painful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quest for the MBA impossible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do I call it the MBA impossible? It's not only because I am applying for top schools...not Ivy Leagues now...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks Nick for the correction&lt;/span&gt;), but also I feel like I am an underdog going for the big one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth &amp;amp; the impossible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am a Taiwanese (not Asian American now). I came to the U.S. when I was 14 with my older sister (1 year older). Both of us didn't speak any language- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes, the typical but real Language barrier).&lt;/span&gt; Not having parents by our sides was fun and challenging. We learned English all by ourselves, and fixed that broken toilet ourselves. We were proud of where we were from. I appreciate both the American and the Taiwanese cultures, hence, I don't call myself an Asian American (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mean...who am I? -an American or an Asian&lt;/span&gt;). I am still a Taiwanese... just one who lives in the U.S. That's all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(man, this paragraph sounds like a personal background, right there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Armed with only almost 4 years of experiences as a young entrepreneur, I attempted the impossible of applying for Top Tier business school. As you can see, I don't really have an outstanding GMAT (c'mon, 86% percentage tile is not THAT bad), but my GPA tells you that I am definitely a hard worker, a persistent one too. My age...oh yeah... that too. Did you know the average age for MBAs is 27-28. That's a nice 6 years difference. This, I think, is what I have to overcome the most. How do I convince them that a 21-year-old can do as well as a 27-year-old?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why MBA now if you are running a successful company? &amp;lt;-- this question I think is what I need to explain to them the most, which helps a bit too, since my goal is always clear. An MBA is going to give me a damning credibitabily when negotiating a contract; it's going to give me the network; it's going to find me another business partner....etc.  That's it, I just need an interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6644160076745438570-8891247011991994707?l=christy703.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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