I’m having a reasonably fun week. Yes, at last I feel like a student. After last week’s exam madness, this week is going like a dream.
A couple of hours in the morning on an assignment; Corporate Finance essay planned, I wander over to the Learning Grid for coffee and reading. Wave to three other wandering MBAs over the course of an hour; a light lunch at Tiko; catch up with email. Some time in the wonderful atrium of University House, finishing last week’s Economist.
This is it. La Dolce Vita. The sweet life. Every day should be like this: full of variety, a mix of ideas, interesting things to do with just enough tension to make doing them worthwhile.
The day continues, and I continue with it, drifting around campus from venue to venue. Over to the Arts Centre, for tea with The Most Beautiful Girl In The World. Cross paths with another MBA; back to Lakeside; read-through the Modelling assignment draft, make my comments ready for editing tomorrow. Tasks crossed, even a frustrating hour-long conversation with my bank doesn’t dent my sunny disposition.
The bright afternoon turns to crisp evening, recent rain making the air smell fresh and clean as new-mown grass. A burger at Varsity serves as dinner. More waves and chats to three MBAs pleasantly adrift on the post-exam sea. Fix some dates with my Dissertation subject in London next week, confirm a couple of other meetings while I’m there, including a bite the same day with a friend who’s leaving, his Warwick term done.
The day’s been fairly busy; but unlike the last few months, I’ve actually got time to do stuff. Nothing’s popping up randomly and chaotically, like impromptu group meetings, endless phone conversations, or the aftermath of lectures. The sun’s shining, and all is right with the world.