Group Love

One of the hardest things I always found about school was trying to do group projects. It's not that I don't like working with others (totally untrue, this is a lie I tell myself because I'm supposed to enjoy it), but coordinating schedules for nine people who work full-time is frustrating and a little impossible. Regardless, we managed to get six of us to the library last night to finish what sounded like an easy, 20 minute project.

It was certainly easy. It did not take 20 minutes.

The name of this class is Organizational Behavior. The structure of this class is the exact opposite of organized. It's completely ambiguous, with no direction or concrete assignments. We literally spent an hour trying to figure out what exactly the assignment was, since the directions online, in the book and on the syllabus all contradicted each other. Do you think the professor responds to emails in a timely fashion? If you guessed no, then you're CORRECT!

One of my favorite cliches is "Misery Loves Company". I'm not miserable in this class, but I'm utterly annoyed. I was thrilled to learn last night that everyone else is also annoyed, so I feel happy to report that this is a case of "Utterly Annoyed Loves Company".

School days (daze)

So school is in full swing and I'm officially a learner again. After just a few weeks in class, I've come to a realization - I never tried all that hard to get good grades. School always just came easily to me, I was one of those (very lucky) kids who could skate by with A's, doing just the bare minimum. I wasn't a great studier, because I didn't have to be. My idea of studying hard was laying on my bed, alternating between sighing loudly and taking breaks to watch reruns of Boy Meets World. Yeah. That's a true confession.

Fast forward to Grad School.

It is increasingly apparent that I can't get by with doing the bare minimum anymore. The amount of work is slightly crushing and the expectations to excel are incredibly high (from both my professors and myself). And I now find myself thinking back to all the times I spent skating through classes and I feel a need to slap myself upside the head. Why in the world did I not take advantage of everything I had in front of me? All the excellent teachers and professors, the interesting classes, the great school supplies Mom used to buy me...I'm disappointed in myself. I could have done better.

The good news is, I find everything interesting and applicable, which makes studying and sitting in class so much easier. The bad news is, I have no life, and will have no life, for the next two years. I was warned of this, so I can't complain. But I will anyways, because that's what I do.

overload

I heart technology. Seriously. I heart my Droid, my laptop, my Blackberry and most of all, my DVR.

However, I do not heart the fact that I have 7 different screenames/email accounts, multiple social networking profiles, an online investment portfolio and a few insurance websites...the majority of which I do not remember the usernames or passwords to.

I still carry around a paper day planner. You would think I would write all this down in there, but I do not.

I am overloaded. Someday when I win the lottery I'm going to get rid of all of the above and live free of all these fabulous devices that increase productivity and maintain sanity.

Except for my DVR though, because rewinding and rewatching episodes of the Vampire Diaries is a pastime I refuse to give up.