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The Real Deal



                Not only did classes start at 8 a.m., and in some cases end at
             midnight, but you have to remember that not only had I never
             been to university, I hadn’t even sat an O level. I hadn’t written an
             essay since I was sixteen and that had probably only been 400
             words long. The course assumed you had the ability to write
             5000-word reports and analyses: Jemma and Hanah were more
             familiar with the concept of ‘contrast and compare’, and I found
             it tough. It didn’t help that most of the other students had degrees,
             if not MBAs and Ph.D.s. Of the 110 people on the course, 109 had
             corporate careers and experience of writing reports and analyses
             for their boards. I had thrown myself in at the deep end, and it got
             even tougher when one our first assignments involved preparing a
             set of accounts. I had always had them prepared for me: I knew
             how to read a spreadsheet but not how to compile one!
                I went to see the professor at the end of the class.
                ‘Small problem: I’ve always employed people to compile these
             for me. Is there someone on campus I can pay to do this? Are there
             secretarial services here?’
                He raised an eyebrow. ‘No problem, James. We run courses here
             on spreadsheets. I think it’s two hours a night. I’ll book you in.’
                By ten o’clock at night I was completely wiped out. I just
             couldn’t concentrate with enough intensity after that, so I started
             getting up at 5.30 in the morning and doing two hours of study
             before I jumped in the shower. Besides, one of the reasons for
             doing this course was to get to know the other students: if I’d
             studied all evening I would have missed out.
                We were all staying in halls of residence on campus. The AMP
             quarters are a cut above the average student accommodation, but
             it was still pretty basic: a small room with a single bed, a
             wardrobe, a desk and a shower cubicle. There were eight rooms
             to a floor and they had been designed so that you would spend as
             much time in the communal rooms as possible: talking about the
             course and learning from each other was all part of the Harvard




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