Oxford doesn't have quarters or semesters. It has "terms". They have funny names: Michaelmas, Hilary, and Trinity. At some point they also added the rather weakly named "Summer Session". The current term is Hilary, and it goes from after Christmas break until the end of March. For us, this is the HELL-ary term: they've already gotten us up to the speed at which they like to teach us stuff (i.e. a hell of a lot at a time) in the Michaelmas term, so they just start running our asses off right out of the gate in Hilary. Then they also drop a business plan writing project on us, two major projects due after exams, and the recruiting stuff heats up too. For the past two weeks, I've been at school by 8:45, in class or group meetings until 6, studying at the library until 11 (when they kick us out), home studying more till 1 or 2, and then back at school. Oh yeah, and this behaviour goes on 6 to 7 nights a week. Except I got really drunk at a house party on Saturday night, apparently by the end of the evening I was drinking straight out of wine bottles with no glass and dancing around to the Cure... and then I had a gnarly hangover all Sunday. I missed two meetings and also got no studying done. This was a really really bad idea. Now I'm catching up like crazy, all because of one WEEKEND day hangover! Oh yeah, and tomorrow is the Oxford/Cambridge job fair, and so I have to take the day off to go peddle my flesh to the various recruiters out in Cambridge. It'll be neat to see the place at the very least, even though our school IS actually better than theirs. Except in the FT rankings, but never mind that. So tonight (Valentine's Day) I'm jamming out a paper on Royal Dutch Shell's attempt to get in on some gas and oil biz in Russia. I'm not done reading the case, but the supplementary material and the essay question "Critically evaluate the steps that Shell took to mitigate the political risks of its venture in Russia" make it sound like they may have F-ed it up. We'll see. Luckily Reba's not too sentimental about V-Day, tho I sent her flowers at work anyway. She really digs it when the other women at work have to see her get called to the front desk to pick up a package, and then she has to walk back past all of them with a big thing of flowers... she loves making the other girls envious. Funny funny Reba.
Ok, back to the shiz!
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You are truely a super husband.
don't knock cambridge - free throws may not make the highlight reel, but they win the games.
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