A New Game Plan for Figuring Out Life
Step one: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
In case you ever find yourself unable to sleep at night, tossing and turning in your bed, wholly consumed by what the University of Toronto Rotman School of Management’s admissions board could possibly be looking for in an MBA candidate, just remember I.C.E.S.
It stands for: Intellectual horsepower, Communication/presence, Experience/impact, and Spike factor (This last one is your personal Krabby Patty secret formula. Or what makes you the human equivalent of Dr. Pepper).
So many things I’d been aiming for in the past have proven to neither be what I sincerely nor deliberately wanted.
After having coffee with an admissions director who was in Manila, I plastered I.C.E.S on a virtual sticky note on my laptop — and proceeded to strategize. I was in my early 20s then; I had time to turn myself into the spitting image of the perfect Rotman student.
Or, you know, at least make it seem like it on paper.
“So if I want to graduate by the time I’m 30,” I calculated, “then I should get in when I’m 28 years old.” Intellectual horsepower? Check.
Another dewy-eyed-but-practical thought in my early 20s: “I should be married when I’m…
