This was my first weekend of MBA classes for the semester. Man, now I remember why they define it as an "intensive" program. My semesters are divided into two "blocks," and the last one was pretty un-intensive; but after only a week of this block, I'm really back at it. I think I had about two hundred pages of reading for three classes. Looking back, that's actually probably less than I had in undergrad, but... I'm not as young as I used to be.
My writing really slipped on Saturday, my 9-to-5 class day: I managed about 50% of my average output compared to the previous ten days. But that's not so surprising, and honestly, that's what I should expect going forward. It's only going to get harder as projects and group meetings take up more of my spare time, and leave me feeling more exhausted in the time that remains.
On the other hand, today (Sunday), I managed to get up well before my 9 a.m. teleconference class and edit 1,000-odd words of a short story (in major revisions) and write another 250 into my novel outline (and write this blog post); so it's not crazy to think I can manage some output even with work, class, and life. The biggest challenge at the moment is actually the season: it's still dark out at 7:30 a.m., which is when I have to get up for work, so it's kind of ridiculous trying to get up before that in order to write. My body just refuses.
Anyway, I seem to have gotten off topic here. Two of my courses seem pretty great: good teachers and (in one case surprisingly) interesting topics. One I missed this past Wednesday due to circumstances, and another is... well, we'll see. The best news so far? I'll be doing a comparative analysis of two Canadian breweries for my financial information class. Beer business? Not bad!