Okay, so this week has been torture. As I attended each of my final classes and felt increasing relief only to have my hopes dashed by overzealous group members who want to “improve” a paper based on one errant comment from the professor. My argument that these are PhDs and don’t really require us spelling out concepts they’ve taught us verbatim in our final projects, doesn’t really seem to be going over well.
In spite of my impending finals, I blew off yesterday and went to the Expo for Today’s Black Woman at McCormick Place. It is interesting, as usual, when you have those moments that you’re undecided about whether you should be flattered or offended. The concentration of faux Louis Vuitton in the house was close to the legal threshold and the Alize booth got plenty of visitors. But some of the seminars were really informative and I enjoyed a whole day free of business-school topics and people who take themselves too seriously.
I now have about 36 hours to learn ten weeks of Investments concepts for the final. Seven months ago, I would have been in a panic. Now it is just par for the course.