The Early Birds

Q1 exams are over. A solid week of mind-numbing studying and cranking out analyses, interspersed with some interesting moments of anxiety and dismay, over.

So why then, am I up at 8 a.m. on a day that I have absolutely nothing to do? Good question.

After two solid months of 8 a.m. classes and 8 a.m. exams and 8 a.m. learning programs, I think my body has finally learned to stop fighting it.

The insanely early class time was probably the biggest hang-up I had about coming to Darden. As a self-avowed "non-morning-person," I need some time to get going in the morning. This isn't to say that I'm lazy; I think my circadian rhythms just amp up a little further into the day.

I know what you're thinking - Sania, didn't you ever have a job? Well, of course I did. Waking up at 7 to commute into the city was never a problem, but that's because I got my "me time" in. That's the time where I'm not obligated to speak to nor pay attention anyone, and I can just be silent and think and reflect.

Not an option at Darden. I'm still up at 7, but the minute the clock strikes 8 a.m., it's time to be poised and listening and processing what's going on.

It's probably a good thing. But God knows a few months is not enough time to become one of the early birds. Let's see how this shapes up..

Chores

The dishes are piling up in the sink.

If you knew me, you'd know that I detest doing dishes. It's the one chore that I hate with every fiber of my being.

The dishes are piling up in the sink because exams are on the horizon, and I especially can't be bothered with doing them now.

Instead, I've been trying to cram six weeks of decision analysis techniques into my small brain, and learn the statistical theory that I've been avoiding for 25 years of my life. I wasn't kidding when I said I've been dreaming about normal distribution curves.

It's times like these when washing dishes seems like an appealing distraction.