Growing up under a Japanese mother and a Chinese father, I attend a quasi-American international school and have Spanish and French under my belt. Although I quickly found comfort in a multicultural life, it wasn’t as straightforward to find comfort in my Japanese passport. It’s easy to lose oneself in Shanghai. That’s why I’ve visited Takahashi-san’s barber shop to retain my “Japanese- ness” every fourth Saturday since 2013; on a typical visit, I’m invited upstairs...

From the very first time I sold a Japanese fishing reel to a Chinese angler as a 13-year-old, I have known what brings me happiness and excitement: creating value for people and promoting new ideas across borders. Being an avid bass angler, my heart drips tears when I see fishermen whipping their rods with brute force. It saddens me that the arm strains it causes are preventable. Wading into the murky water, I sigh at my lightweight Japanese gear, “why...

One card, printed names, and a $1.15 postage. From the very first time I received an international postcard from Babson, I have known that this school is serious about business. It’s surprising what postcards can do: from educating me on customer acquisition costs and personalized marketing to consolidating my brand loyalty! As the parcels grew from postcards to envelopes and eventually to a 60-page mega-pamphlet, I came to understand the value proposition of Babson better: creating a positive impact on...