Revising

I have been frantically revising over the last few weeks. I had totally forgotten what this was like. This sucks.

I'm 39 years old, and the last time I took an exam it was 1988. Plus, let's face it...I was never much of a studier in college. So right now I'm not sure what I was thinking when I decided I needed to get my MBA while also working full time. This sucks.

It's been crazy busy at work lately. It's coming to the end of the fiscal year, and people are trying to get whatever sales they can. I appreciate this and am happy to help them, but this means we're working on lots of unqualified bids that don't really have much chance of getting a win and everything is due in about three days. We've even had people receive requests for proposals that sit in their inbox for a week and then they send them to us for a turn in four days. It's horrible. And all the time, I'm trying to get out of there and get home so I can draw third degree price discrimination graphs and learn about the nuances of absorption vs marginal costs against stock. This sucks.

I get home and I'm tired and I really just want to make dinner and watch Eastenders. But I have to lock myself in the dining room with my books and spend time thinking about what capital employed includes. And I can't have my laptop in there with me, or I'll find a reason to blog or to surf to see what's up in my friends' blogs or will be googling Elliott Yamin to see how things are trending in the American Idol voting public. And tonight I know the votes are in and the results will come overnight and I am sick with fear that Elliott is going home. I've developed an unnatural fixation on his fate...charming underdog with gobs of talent, who's had to overcome bad teeth, unfashionable hair, and an Abe Lincoln beard to get where he is. So I've got the niggling fear that that ridiculous Katherine will stay and Elliott will go home and the world will prove itself completely unfair. This sucks.

I have the day off tomorrow, and I'm going to spend the day at school reviewing Accounting, Economics, and Statistics. Statistics is an open book exam, so mostly I'll be reviewing and making step by step notes to ensure I know what I'm doing in the exam. Figure that I'm about 12 hours of revising away from being ready for the exams, and then by Saturday my first term is over...just two projects to finish independently and then I'm done with 1/4 of my MBA. Assuming I pass everything. I am stressed beyond belief. Practically gray from tension.

This sucks.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ways other than Paul Blart and lipstick to combat economic depression

They say that, when the economy tanks and you can't see any way through your pile of bills and are wondering who you'll look wearing one of those barrels with shoulder straps, women buy lipstick and everyone goes to upbeat, escapist movies to take their minds off their troubles. But I'm here to tell you that any lipstick worth having is nigh 'bout $20 or more and you'll just end up regretting it, and Hollywood has not caught up with the times yet. Plus, it's Oscar season, so once you've seen Slumdog Millionaire your choices are sexy Nazis seducing children, attractive suburbanites mourning the death of their dreams, and nuns and priests talking about child abuse. (That said, I hear Gran Torino is a good diversion with a message, and if you don't hate Brad Pitt as much as I do you could probably sit through that Owen Meany movie where he ages like he's from Ork .) And while I'm as big a Kevin James fan as the next person, you can't ask him
Read more

Executive MBA 2006-07 Director's Prize

This prize is awarded to the Executive MBA student who is judged by his or her peers to have contributed most to the overall success of the programme. Awarded to: Me I'm really happy about this - I've been the stream rep between the administration and my fellow students, which is the primary reason I've won this...I've managed a lot of situations and helped sort out problems, and while it's been a bit of work it's also been quite fun. I've got all sorts of thoughts and feelings, and in about an hour I'm calling my mom to hear about Thanksgiving with my brother and to tell her the news, but the over-riding reflection I have is this. My dad would be very, very proud. This would have made his day.
Read more

Planning Funerals

We've been picking out hymns and suits to wear at the visitation and crematory urns for the ashes and cemetery plots with a good view. My dad passed away at 1 PM on Father's Day. He'd been in excruciating pain, which progressed as the week went on. By Thursday night we had to up the morphine dose so that he slept all the time, but at least he wasn't writhing in pain. Metastasized bone cancer is an ugly, ugly thing. On Friday, I spent the day with him. I sat in the comfy chair in his room and read him my Managing Strategic Innovation prep work and case study. I guess I'm assuming it was the morphine that kept him sleeping, but we'll never really know. On Saturday, my mom and I played scrabble by his bed most of the day. There were some rousing plays, especially since she refused to let me play 'squab' and 'nori' because these were not familiar words to her and we didn't have an official scrabble dictionary handy. I called her a dirty cheater,
Read more