Field experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.
Only the third day of classes, and the reading actually seems like it might be manageable. Mind, this is without time for clubs, food or other frippery. A thoroughly anal retentive organizational scheme might even help me get through this.
My group (nickname “Fred the Group”) are a fun bunch, Hugo, Or, Salman and Guillermo. With these guys, it looks like I drew a good lot. They seem like a fun crew, or at least tolerant of the garbage some of us (Or, Hugo, me) come up with.
Nearly stabbed some of my housemates with a brick last night. With about 3 hours of sleep, it’s not real easy to stay relaxed about a mountain worth of reading, especially in subjects that you don’t understand (statistics? Accounting? Give me a fucking break. That’s what you hire accountants for, if you’re serious about this whole CEO thing.) They wouldn’t shut up, it’s like living with kids. I should be a bit more tolerant though, I’m just being old and stressed and grumpy.
Lonely birthday tonight. Cheers.
Or so I thought. Until my housemates broke out the surprise champagne and cake. Did I mention I love them?