The shape of things to come
This is the title of an episode of one of my favorite TV shows, the new Battlestar Galactica on SciFi. I’m not a total SciFi nerd, but this is a good freaking show. Season three premiers tomorrow night and I’m ready for a little space drama after seven months of waiting.
I thought about this phrase as I was looking at my schedule for next week. My team has a very important, very structured presentation due on Friday in addition to our regular homework and club meetings. Just to give you a taste of what my schedule has been like lately, here’s what I expect to do on Monday.
7:30-10:30am - meet with team to review weekend homework and discuss strategy for upcoming presentation
10:30-12:30 - statistics
12:30-1:30 - eat lunch in ten minutes and then attend a lunchtime meet-and-greet with a major national company
1:30-3:30 - team meeting #2
3:30-5:30 - accounting class
5:30-7:30 - work on homework in library; eat something sometime.
7:30 - go home, eat dinner with Danny, shower, study until 12:30 and hopefully go to bed soon thereafter.
Yes, the schedule is packed. However, the material and the group projects are both interesting. I’ve only almost fallen asleep in class once.
Before we started, the second-year students told us how we wouldn’t sleep, we’d constantly be stressed out and that we’d randomly pass out while reading. We smiled and shuddered inside. I’m not shuddering, but I’m accepting it and just trying to cram as much knowledge into my brain as I can before complete weariness sets in.