Can’t blog. Sleeping.

Arrived early to get a seat in the back. It’s go time!!

Finally, I’m done studying. I wasn’t going to learn anything else new, so I finished reviewing and hopefully it’ll stick ’til tomorrow. Twelve hours from now I’ll be done or just finishing up (hopefully) and getting ready to head home.

I’m sorry for blabbing on and on about nothing but this for a week, but it’s hard to convey how isolated we are. The sheer volume of work occupies practically every minute from the time we arrive, and what precious few spare moments we find are spent eating, having a drink or snatching a bit of exercise. Except for shortcuts through the courtyard I haven’t been outside since Sunday morning. None of us have time to read a paper, so we have no idea what’s happening outside except what the staff or our prof tells us, or what we can catch in fifteen minutes on Newsworld.

An environment like this breeds friendships, and I’m sure will breed animosity before we’re through. Beyond the knowledge and the eventual after-the-name letters, it’s a pretty interesting social experiment. Or would be, if I weren’t guinea pig #6…

So, while I’m far from confident about tomorrow, I just went through the practice exam and did pretty well, whereas when I tried to do it last week and it kicked my ass. So now the plan is to go through my class notes while I keep one eye on game 1 of the NBA finals (go Spurs), and maybe even head to the bar for a drink around 10:00.

Honestly, I’m just shooting for a 61 on this puppy; anything more than that is gravy. 61% would give me 70% for the course, and I have to tell you…I have no problem with a 70% in accounting. I can pad my marks with the two IT courses later…

This morning, around 4:30 AM, I was awoken by a strange and sudden sound outside my room, not unlike dozens of tiny fingers scratching at my window. I sprung from the bed, poised & ninja-like, ready to kick some elfy ass. Then I realized it was just the sprinklers on a timer, and felt very very stupid. Couldn’t get back to sleep though, which made for a long morning.

Classroom portion is finished. All that’s left is to study and write the exam tomorrow morning. I’ll keep an eye on the gym this evening to see if I can sneak in a few hoops, but other than that the plan is to reinforce today’s material and just review the rest. I don’t think I’m gonna learn anything new at this point. Brain full already. Ug.

The Kings Of Leon, who’re passing through Toronto soon, are yet another band I’d like to se live, but won’t because they’re playing at The Kool Haus. The $24.50+ ticket price isn’t exactly winning me over either.

However, I’m considering getting tickets for the Sleater-Kinney concert at the Phoenix after all. Better band, less $$ and not at the Shit Haus.

Fantastic. Just in time for me to finish my course and escape the training compound (as I now call it), the forecast calls for five days of rain.

I’m listening to The Woods again. I made myself wait a whole 4 days, but it’s just as good as I remember (and before you say that it’s ridiculous that I might forget something after four days, let me remind you that I’ve been trapped in a compound living and breathing accounting since Sunday morning, so I remember little beyond my own name and how to calculate direct labour efficiency variance) and, despite the big change in sound & style, shoves me around just as much as Dig Me Out or Call The Doctor do.

Today was much easier (for me, anyway) than the previous three. Management accounting is much better than financial accounting ’cause it’s logical. Financial requires you to learn a whole slew of rules, many of which defy common sense. Management’s easier; it’s just math and thinking like…well, a manager rather than an accountant.

So far this week the prof has made an analogy to sex (during the revenue recognition portion…something about ‘too early’) and made a reference to ‘Pimp My Ride’. Seriously. I’m glad she’s the prof; I can’t even imagine how hideous this class would be if we had a hump teaching it.

Day 4 and still no ice cream or dessert. Right leg hurts like a motherfucker from lack of stretching (see last night’s post).

There’s a rumour that ours will be the last MBA class my company sponsors. So that makes us lucky, I suppose. Just doesn’t feel like it right now, in the thick of accounting. Oh well; at least I didn’t leave the classroom today wanting to jump in front of a train.

I. Fucking. Hate. Cash flow statements.