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A {{tag|buzzword}} that betrays the lineage of most [[management consultants]] and those influenced by their way of speaking. | A {{tag|buzzword}} that betrays the lineage of most [[management consultants]] and those influenced by their way of speaking. | ||
Why would ''anyone'' want to be thought of as “[[best in class]]”? | Why would ''anyone'' want to be thought of as “[[best in class]]”, other than a prize ''[[shi-tzu]]''? | ||
For those of us who remember our school days, and were not [[best in class]] — by my asinine reckoning, that's twenty four in twenty-five of us — the fellow who was “best in class” was a dyspraxic lad who routinely had his head stuck down the lavatory, pencils jammed up his nose and his lunch money stolen. He left school a broken figure; pale, wan and with the sparks of bitter resentment kindling a small fire deep in the pits of his sunken eyes. | For those of us who remember our school days, and were not [[best in class]] — by my asinine reckoning, that's twenty four in twenty-five of us — the fellow who was “best in class” was a dyspraxic lad who routinely had his head stuck down the lavatory, pencils jammed up his nose and his [[lunch money]] stolen. He left school a broken figure; pale, wan and with the sparks of bitter resentment kindling a small fire deep in the pits of his sunken eyes. | ||
No-one knows for sure what became of him, but there’s a rumour he went into [[Management consultant|management consulting]]. | No-one knows for sure what became of him, but there’s a rumour he went into [[Management consultant|management consulting]]. | ||
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Revision as of 15:55, 24 September 2018
A buzzword that betrays the lineage of most management consultants and those influenced by their way of speaking.
Why would anyone want to be thought of as “best in class”, other than a prize shi-tzu?
For those of us who remember our school days, and were not best in class — by my asinine reckoning, that's twenty four in twenty-five of us — the fellow who was “best in class” was a dyspraxic lad who routinely had his head stuck down the lavatory, pencils jammed up his nose and his lunch money stolen. He left school a broken figure; pale, wan and with the sparks of bitter resentment kindling a small fire deep in the pits of his sunken eyes.
No-one knows for sure what became of him, but there’s a rumour he went into management consulting.