My time at the LSE is a memory of fulfilled academic expectations. Reading an MSc in philosophy of the social sciences was a challenge of the most stimulating kind for me. Each new idea revealed was a novel tool with which to chisel, mould and rearrange a new fascinating universe of thought and logic.
The inhabitants of the Lakatos building were part of a team, unified by the plurality of its members. My class was comprised of as random a group of individuals as you could think of. Amongst others: A corporate CEO, a full-time mother of three, an aspiring, middle-aged writer, a fresh graduate who passed up on an offer by his father to go see the world, but who opted to expand his intellectual horizons at the LSE instead.
I now work for a major investment bank, which, given the chances, are as likely a career outcome as any other promising route after studying at this great school.