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It seems like only a few years ago that I sat where you are sitting. I was an English major, and that meant that I liked reading and writing. It also meant that I had no idea what I was going to do with my career.
The Sound of Music swept the box office, Martin Luther King Jr. led thousands to Alabama’s capital, and the first commercial satellite launched into orbit. The year was 1965, and the BYU MPA students of the inaugural class were collecting their diplomas and preparing to embody the credo “Enter to learn; go forth to serve.”
The idea had always glowed—however faintly—in the back of Steve Oldham’s mind. He jokes about it now, saying that just like every other missionary who returns from Brazil, he came home with dreams of starting his own Brazilian steakhouse.
It may sound like the concept for the next reality TV hit: give twenty-five undergrads nearly $1 million and turn them loose. But this is no TV show; this is a typical day in one Marriott School classroom.
Their remarks are as varied as their backgrounds, but the speakers share one thing: a desire to inspire the next generation of business leaders. Whether working in health care or in headphones, the NAC lecturers gave nearly 250 students a broader understanding of the business world’s day-to-day tasks. Enjoy the following excerpts from the lecture series’ inaugural semester.
Your credit score is a three-digit number with a large impact. Here’s how to keep your number looking smart and how to understand what goes into calculating your score.
There are bird watchers, and there are whale watchers, but I’m a genius watcher. I am fascinated by the intelligence of others. I notice it, study it, and have learned to identify a variety of aptitudes—even without my binoculars.
It may be time to reset your browser’s toolbar. With nearly 300 million sites on the web (and counting), finding the best resources online can be a little paralyzing—that’s why we’re here. You might not be plugged into the following cool and innovative sites, but you should be.
Anytime the topic of new product innovation is raised, it’s guaranteed that someone inevitably will bring up . . . Apple’s iPod.
Can you put a price on company culture? That’s the question Steve Marriott, executive vice president of culture at Marriott International, asked a group of Marriott School students. Specifically, he wanted to know if Marriott’s “spirit to serve associates, customers, and communities” added to the company’s economic value.
The steel is up, the floors are being poured, and despite several snowstorms, the Tanner Building Addition is on schedule for completion next fall.
On 23 December 1999 there was a poor man in Kansas City looking for some warm winter clothing in a Salvation Army thrift shop. He had seventy-five cents in his pocket. Suddenly someone approached him from behind and said, “Excuse me.”
The tour begins with a Superman print by pop artist Andy Warhol. Next comes a painting by Jasper Johns. Then, a splashy, thirty-eight-foot mural by abstract expressionist Sam Francis.