{"id":3298,"date":"2026-05-04T06:51:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-04T04:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/escp.eu\/blog-bachelor\/?p=3298"},"modified":"2026-05-04T06:51:01","modified_gmt":"2026-05-04T04:51:01","slug":"eloise-vernier-from-the-escp-european-campuses-to-singapore-one-brave-step-at-a-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/escp.eu\/blog-bachelor\/eloise-vernier-from-the-escp-european-campuses-to-singapore-one-brave-step-at-a-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Elo\u00efse Vernier: From the ESCP European Campuses to Singapore, One Brave Step at a Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

There is a version of Elo\u00efse Vernier<\/strong>‘s story that begins with fashion moodboards and dreams of becoming a stylist. There is another version that starts on a plane to London, an 18-year-old leaving home for the first time. And then there is the version she is living right now: a freshly graduated alumna of ESCP’s Bachelor in Management (BSc)<\/a><\/strong> who flew 13 hours from Singapore to attend her own graduation ceremony, because she had decided that some experiences are simply not negotiable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All three versions are true. And together, they tell a story about what happens when you choose curiosity over comfort, and keep choosing it, year after year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fashion, Management, and the Art of Keeping Options Open<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Elo\u00efse grew up in Paris with a clear instinct for aesthetics and a dream that felt just as clear: fashion. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Styling, modelling, the creative world of image and identity<\/strong>. But somewhere in her final years of high school, a quieter question began to surface. \u00ab\u00a0I kind of realised that maybe it wasn’t for me,\u00a0\u00bb<\/em> she says. \u00ab\u00a0So I thought I should look for something where I could still support the fashion creative division, but in a different way.\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That reorientation led her towards management. Not because she had found a definitive answer, but precisely because she hadn’t. The BSc in Management at ESCP appealed to her for a specific reason: it was a space to explore<\/strong>. \u00ab\u00a0I wasn’t sure which division in business I wanted to work in, and I thought it was the opportunity to just discover many subjects and different paths, and then see which one would be the one for me.\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is the kind of reasoning that is easy to underestimate, and important not to. Choosing a programme because you are genuinely uncertain requires a certain intellectual honesty. It also, as it turned out, required courage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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London: The Unknown That Felt Just Right<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

When Elo\u00efse was deciding where to apply, she had options that many students would envy. She was accepted to ESSEC’s BBA programme in Singapore<\/strong>. She had offers from other prestigious institutions. But at 18, Singapore felt too far, too sudden, too much all at once. \u00ab\u00a0I was too scared at that time to go that far by myself,\u00a0\u00bb<\/em> she admits. \u00ab\u00a0So I thought ESCP was perfect for me. It’s close to home, but still a gateway to the unknown I was looking for.\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As her first stop in the journey, she chose the London Campus<\/strong>. And London delivered everything a first campus should: the disorientation of navigating a new city, the particular exhaustion of thinking and studying in a second language for the first time, and the unexpected warmth of building a community from scratch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The language adjustment was real. \u00ab\u00a0I’ve only been in French schools before. So even though I speak English and I’ve taken English courses, it’s still a big difference. At the beginning, it was particularly hard remembering information, because I could understand everything, but that was already so much work. I couldn’t remember everything I was being told.\u00a0\u00bb<\/em> It was tiring. It was also formative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n