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Two terms into the Strathclyde part-time MBA, I’m exhausted and I’m wondering, why didn’t anyone tell me just how much work this was going to be, how many parties I’d miss and how much chocomilk I’d consume? There are other things I didn’t appreciate fully before taking on this commitment – I had no idea how rewarding it would be, not even close. And I didn’t give much thought to the people I would meet becoming my friends, I thought of them more as class mates or colleagues but they really are friends. And they’re great.

Of all the things I have learned to date, the most important is perhaps rooted in statistics but the most insightful learning, at the risk of sounding a little Dawson’s Creek, concerns myself. I had no idea I had the capacity to cope with such a demanding schedule, working full-time, studying part-time and travelling constantly between Edinburgh and Glasgow while still finding the time to sink a few whisky’s every week. I have developed a number of management techniques to co-ordinate all this activity, for example, I now wash my hair four times a week instead of seven and I never brush my teeth idly. There is always something that can be done in tandem with tooth-brushing, dishwasher-filling for example or logging onto Myplace one-handed.

When the breaks come, usually in the form of early morning weekend train rides to Glasgow, little things like reading a book that’s not a textbook (not entirely without guilt but I swear I haven’t seen a copy of Heat magazine since September) in an empty carriage is something I really look forward to. A luxury I never would have appreciated pre-MBA, because when you’re this busy, these moments are rare.

It’s spring break and term three starts next week. Despite the exhaustion that is no doubt in the post, I am desperate to get back to it and I’m wondering what I’ll do with all this extra time after I graduate. Aside from washing my hair more often.