I was so not planning to do this – writing at 1:00 a.m. I had an accounting exam in the morning. Statistics exam in evening. I just got done with these a few hours back. I then attended my cohort get together. (It was great. Thanks for organizing, Coach Smith!). I had very interesting conversations with my classmates and truly enjoyed myself. I came home intending to sleep. Yet here I am writing again. I am tired. Very very tired. But weirdly enough, I am enjoying even this.
So I have survived the first month of a rigorous (and it’s just the beginning) curriculum of my MBA, my first midterm exams, my first bomb scare (in the middle of my first accounting exam – no kidding), my first month of a long distance with my husband – and – wait a second. I can’t stop myself from drawing some parallels here. Aren’t these supposed to be memories such as my first anniversary, my best holiday destination, my best birthday gift? Life, as they say, will not be the same again. Times change, so do priorities when bomb scares and midterms take over!
(And I dozed off……………………)
Thursday –
- Classes – 8:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m.
- MBA+ orientation session – 2:30 to 4:00 p.m.
- Career Connections Reception – 5:30 to 8:30 p.m.
- Happy hour 9:00 p.m. onwards (There is no full stop)
And this is just one day of the seven days of the week. I wish our days had more than 24 hours. I have lots of things on my plate. But stuff that I am going to surely finish, with the support of my husband, parents, friends and family, and of course, my school. That’s what I’m here for. To make the most of these two years that will enhance my quantitative, analytical, social skills. Every single day I add almost ten different things on my ‘to-do’ list. A list that’s growing like a geometric progression. 2 to the power of 4 to the power of 8 to the power of 16. Some days I accomplish all; some days I have to let it go (only to finish on a later date).
It’s a roller coaster ride full of twists and turns!
At times I feel I am back in 10th and 12thgrade – with a bag on my shoulders catching a bus to school or getting my husband to drop me off when he is around in Austin on missing that 7:15 bus. At times I also feel my life is a self-inflicted adventure that loops the loop and cirques the circle not without some more twists and turns.
But when I get into that GSB classroom, the world is a different place. It’s an extremely informative, educative, collaborative and professional source of knowledge and resources. Aah – resources. I think I need 5-6 hours exclusively for only browsing the academic / professional websites. The school works hard for our success. I see it, experience it every single day.
What follows next is a random compilation of what people have said to me, or I heard in the past 6 weeks. Things that stayed with me for some reason or maybe none. Some I seem to have forgotten. But here goes –
Hang in there!!
- “Two years from now, you will look back and laugh about everything.”
- “Finance – I am okay with. Financial Accounting is a whole new language for me.”
- “Well, then in my case, I am learning four new languages at the same time!”
- “Don’t you worry about it. I survived. So will you. So does everyone.”
- “It’s not rocket science. You’ll do just fine.”
- “Whatever happens today, no matter however good or bad you do, no one’s graduating today.”
- “Everyone gets a good job in the end. What matters is if it is the job you had worked so hard for.”
- “What matters is the relationships you build. That is what sets you apart. That is what draws attention to your resume.”
- “I am so jealous of you.”
- “I am so proud of you.”
No matter the crazily hectic schedules, no matter the extra-curricular activities I indulge in even with limited 24 hours of the day, no matter the sleep laden eyes, no matter anything. What matters is that I am here, I am more than glad to be here and I love every second of this transformation.
My next blog will be very different from what you have read so far. Yup…I already know what I am writing about and am already working on it. Keep you informed!
