‘MBA is hard, they say; and now I know why. It’s not the subjects or the teachers that bog you down. It’s not even the assignments and surprise quizzes that make your life a walking hell; its the 8:30 am classes that make you question your decision to fall into the trap of a b-school. And before you wonder why is it such a big deal, try waking up from under the comfort of a blanket when the temperature outside is a crisp 5 degrees or maybe with a nice hangover after getting sloshed the previous night. ‘Chee, alcohol !,’ you snivel in disgust. Yeah, well may be but 8:30 classes are still a daunting task. Add to that a teacher who is hell bent to make you fall asleep with something as dreary as corporate law and you have a Molotov Cocktail, a perfect recipe for disaster. It is no coincidence therefore that my scores in all the 8:30 lectures is very low. I am never able to attend the classes ! ‘
I took a pause. All the while Dad had listened to my diatribe patiently. Then he spoke, ” Fine, I hear you. I have a solution. Don’t sleep at night. Study. And when its 8:30 go to the class.”
“But Dad, ” I protested. He stopped me with a slight wave of his hand. “And stop trying to woo the girls in your college. If they are sane, you don’t stand a chance anyway. ”
I heeded his instructions. Now I don’t sleep at night. I always attend the 8:30 classes. My grade in the 8:30 classes have changed somewhat, from a B to a C – . It’s probably because I am still trying to find a girl.