My Views on LIFE

As anyone who has attended CIMBA knows, the LIFE program is quintessential to the organization’s culture. LIFE (Leadership Initiative For Excellence) is described as a small group, experiential leadership development program . It is two and a half days of extemporaneous public speaking, letting go of inhibitions, opening up to others, and pushing yourself beyond your perceived boundaries. It is an intense experience, to say the least. Most participants go through it once, then use what they learned to shape their future. Whether they look back at the experience with fond memories or PTSD, they do not generally jump at the chance to do it again.

I just finished my third iteration of LIFE. I know, I know – those of you who know what that entails are thinking that I’m crazy. (Not as crazy as the guy who did it twice in 9 months, but crazy nonetheless.) However, all three of these experiences were completely different journeys. First, as an undergraduate student, in my early twenties, without a clear idea of who I was and what I wanted. Second, as an MBA student, with a solid understanding of my own strengths and weaknesses, and a better (though still flexible) vision of my future. Third, on the other side, as a Trainer Assistant during the current CIMBA undergraduate’s program.

LIFE as an undergraduate was pretty terrifying. I knew next to nothing about the program when I began, which is how it’s supposed to be. Participants are meant to be in a cloud of uncertainty the whole time, never knowing what to expect. Scary people told me to do scary things, I put forth my best effort, and I failed again and again. The public speaking parts were the worst for all of us. Hands were shaking, voices were cracking – we were all so concerned about what others thought of us!

That same fear was barely present in the MBA group. At that point, most of us were used to giving speeches and presentations, so talking in front of others was no longer panic-inducing. On the other hand, the activities that required us to let ourselves go – really lose control and relinquish inhibitions – were much harder! It’s like we have trained ourselves to stay composed and keep our emotions contained for so long that we don’t know what to do when we have to release them. Being vulnerable with people I barely knew was also more difficult as an adult. I think at that point I had a lot more baggage than I did 8 years prior, so it was more embarrassing and more painful to bring it to the surface.

Team 1098!

The whole LIFE experience from the “dark side” – the trainer’s side – was like flipping over to the opposite side of the coin. I observed the undergrads enduring all of the same things I had endured, and I could see that they were just as anxious as I had been – but from my side, the things that were the most nerve-wracking to do were almost boring to observe. The hardest part was keeping a neutral expression. I couldn’t smile, laugh, or engage with the students at all. And you know, they are really funny sometimes! Worse, sometimes the other trainers would make jokes under their breath to torture me.

Thumbs up!

But all the torture and hard work was worth it: seeing the attitude and behavior of the students shift so drastically was a rewarding experience. As a participant, changes seem so gradual during those 2.5 day that you might not notice the progress you are making. As a trainer, the improvements are more clear – the potential of each student really stands out as they open themselves up. Now I get to watch those students continue to learn, grow, and apply themselves during their 12-week study abroad experience.

Enduring LIFE at these different levels has given me some valuable insight. It’s comforting to know that the things that are difficult for me now might be a breeze in the future. And that we shouldn’t be concerned with what others think of us, because often they aren’t even paying attention. It’s also important to keep in mind that the people who push us the hardest – the ones who tell us we can do better time and time again – are the people who want the best for us. I’m hoping to be that person for many more students in the future. We’ll see where LIFE takes me!

Team 1101 and their awesome trainers!

Dressed for Success

Dress for the job you want, right? It seems like most American college students want to be professional sleepers, or stay-in-bed Netflix-watchers. We’ve all seen it: in the university lecture hall at 8:00 am, it’s clear that half the class rolled out of bed 5 minutes prior, threw on some slippers and a hoodie, and walked to class. Even now, in the undergrad study abroad program I work in, I see most students shuffling into class in sweats or shorts and flip flops. It’s like they have yet to realize that Italy is still in the Northern Hemisphere. This is not Australia, November is not summer here. Put on some socks, dude.

As an MBA student, sometimes it is tempting to follow the undergrads’ lead and go for comfort over style. Especially since our classes our 9:00 am – 6:00 pm. Sitting in the same spot for 8 hours in sweats and a hoodie sounds a lot better than sitting there in slacks and a button-up. However, our program is comprised of around 40 students, of which the Italians outnumber the Americans 3 to 1. You know that expression, dressed to the nines? Well these guys dress to the TENS. 

Italy is famous for food and fashion, so I’m sure you can imagine the kinds of outfits I’m talking about. Perfectly-tailored dress shirts with fun, floral patterns. Soft, wool sweaters. Pants that are just form-fitting enough, and cuffed to show some ankle, as is the current trend. All capped off with perfect haircuts and beautiful, wonderful, amazing Italian leather shoes. I have yet to see a pair of shoes in class that I have not drooled over.

If I were to show up looking like I just came from the gym, I might not be ridiculed (not in English, at least), but no one would want me in their group. As a result, I find myself dressing up more for class than I do for work (excluding bowtie Tuesday, of course). In the beginning, it was a real struggle, since I only had a couple suitcases’ worth of clothes. Multiple visits to H&M and Piazza Italia have remedied that situation – if fact, I’m running out of space in my tiny closet. I feel very Italian when I stand in front of the mirror. My one complaint: with the cuffed pants/no-show socks trend nonsense, my ankles are freezing! C’mon, it’s winter!

Food for Thought

I am in a country with cuisine that is widely regarded as the best in the world. So let’s talk about food. I mean, besides all the food I already talked about. Let’s talk MORE about food. Everyone loves food.

After visiting a few local pizzerias, restaurants, trattorias, and agroturismi, it’s easy to see why Italian food holds a special place in so many hearts. The fresh, local ingredients. The lovingly handcrafted dough and pasta. The creamy, flavorful sauces. The pizza, ragazzi. They will put anything on pizza here. Literally anything. Figs. Tuna. Eggplant. In any and every combination. Pizzeria menus here are multiple pages, some with 30+ options. And you do not get a pizza or two for the table to split, oh no. Each person has their own, and “personal pizza” size here is 12″+ in diameter. Maybe my next post will be about going to the gym.

Side note: the best pizza I’ve had so far was the one I made myself. The pizzaiolo made sure it was stretched out correctly, but I put the toppings on! 20181001_190714

The one less-than-optimal thing about the local restaurants is that they are on the Italian schedule. This means that if you’re hungry between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 or before 7:00 pm or on a Sunday or Monday… tough luck. Everything is closed. EVERYTHING is closed. Even convenience stores. Your only option is the vending machines. Luckily, there are plenty of vending machines for coffee (the coffee culture will have to be a post in itself).

Of course, you could always make food at home. The produce in the grocery stores is fresh, high-quality stuff, too. So much so that if you touch it with your bare hands you will be yelled at! Or at least looked at funny. Here, you have to put on a plastic glove before bagging your produce. It’s sanitary or something.

The downside to home cooking is that everything goes bad SO fast. If I don’t use my produce in 2-3 days, I have a stinky fridge. After a week of classes and after-school activities, I had to throw away pretty much all my perishables. I know that the food is better and healthier without all the preservatives that we put into it in the States, but man is it inconvenient to go to the grocery store every other day.

I guess that is the main difference in Italian and American food: quality vs. convenience.

Luckily, at CIMBA, we have a last resort that varies highly in both quality and convenience: the cafeteria. Sometimes the meals are exceptional. Sometimes, I think they take whatever leftovers they have and throw it on top of some pasta. Either way, it’s convenient for lunchtime.

And then there are the highest quality meal: those cooked by a local in his or her own kitchen. I have been lucky enough to get a few of those in my time here. They cannot be beat. One word of advice: stay the hell out of their kitchen, or you may not survive to enjoy the meal.

Italians are serious about their food.

Other foodie adventures so far: I tried fried gelato! It’s not as good as Mom’s deep-fried ice cream, but still worth it. I was really missing burgers, so I ordered one at the local bar. Either it was really good, or I was really drunk. We had sushi! Finally! I’ve missed it so much. It wasn’t as good as in the states, but it was still nice to mix things up. Ah, and Indian food. So good.

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