scared stupid
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Reality is starting to set in. Even before classes began, it was easy to spot the first-year students. Their heads were buried in course packets and statistics books. While the second year students were playing foosball, the n00bs were organizing their dayplanners and scheduling team meetings. I know because I was one of them.
I’m not terrified and maybe I should be. I mean, my brain is about to be crushed, juiced, and then remolded into a high-speed business machine.
Just to give you an overview, we have two classes everyday with a three hour break in between. For now, I have class from 10:30-12:20 and 3:30-5:20 Monday and Wednesday, and then classes from 8:30-10:20 and 1:30-3:20 on Tuesday and Thursday. On Friday, we switch times according to section. We either have a four hour block in the morning or a four hour block in the afternoon. Did I mention that I have a day planner? I don’t know if my puny brain can handle the schedule much less managerial economics followed by accounting.
In between classes, I plan to meet with my team, catch up on reading, research whichever projects are due, catch a quick nap, and possibly eat. If I combine some of these activities, I just might survive until Christmas.