Such Stuff as Dreams are Made of

Our little lives really ought to be rounded with a sleep. Will said so, and to suggest that Will was wrong about it is like saying Einstein never really understood Physics - not something the normal person would do.

I've clocked in very few hours for the past couple of days. People said the second term at IIMA was lighter than the first, and I'm starting to think it was just to make the fall harder. Free time, they said. Plenty of time to wander around the campus, they said. What I have to say to that is... but, in the interests of propriety, I'll censor it.

I've spent several hours trying to make my CV. It's not that it's a time-consuming process; how long does it take to calculate a few percentages? It just seems extremely absurd, when I haven't the faintest clue how to run my own life, to try to persuade HR managers that I know how to run projects for them. I mean, it's just been a year since people stopped commenting, "Teenagers!" with an accompanying shake of the head when I did something particularly foolish, and now I'm sitting in an air-conditioned classroom in a swivel chair passing judgement on Microsoft's accounting policy.

Does it make any sense at all?

My point exactly.

But I have work to do... a CV to write... another ridiculous attempt to prove that I actually know what I'm doing here...