This has nothing to do with an MBA

Now I know that when I study for exams, I do a lot more than I need too. For most of my classes, I try to record lectures using a little handheld digital recorder that cost way more than it should have. I then organize the files in their own folder on my computer, sync them up with my iPod nano, and listen to them almost continuously for the 5 days before the exam. In my own defense, it’s kind of a mindless effort to just sit (or run, or drive) and listen to old lectures. I actually highly recommend it. Exam day finally comes, I get a crick in my neck from sitting in an uncomfortable chair for 2.5 hours, and then…freedom.

I finished my last exam of my fourth semester (of nine) just a couple days ago. The drive home from that exam wasn’t that much different from my other drives back from Kogod, but when my fiance called and said, “There’s a surprise waiting for you on the coffee table,” that ride became a little more high speed.

That's me in black war fighting gear.

I walked in the door to my apartment and it was clear that Santa had come early! Wrapped in fresh cellophane plastic, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 sat ready to provide me with hours of opportunity to save the world from destruction.

“Congratulations on finishing your semester!” Ashley (my fiance) said. “I’ll leave you two alone.”

I put the video game – nay!, the awesomeness – into my Playstation 3 game console, and began my quest of domination. As the opening credits started, I was reminded of my undergraduate days when my roommates and I would network our computers together and play against each other for dorm room glory.

It was a great feeling to finally have a chance to relax from the rigors of the MBA program and regress to my childish, coma inducing ways. My PS3 had been collecting dust since January. I’ve got about a month of play time, and at this rate, I think I’ll be looking pretty pale when I get back to class. I’ll probably get another crick in my neck too. Oh well. It’s a small price to pay for glory.


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