Styx Was Wrong

I do NOT have too much time on my hands.  In fact, I'm finding I have nowhere near enough.  We've barely begun the academic portion of the class and I'm finding myself with about 40% less sleep than I'd like.  In other words, I go to bed late, get up early, and don't get to nap.  Fortunately, classes are interesting and I have a tendency to talk, so dozing off doesn't seem likely. 

Had I been writing every day, I'd have better recollection of our ropes course day, ethics class, and various meals with my teammates.  I'd also go into greater detail about my running loops by the golf course, through west campus all the way to the hospital where I took the elevator to the 8th floor and saw Dad's class photo, and sneaking into Cameron, where I pretended to shoot 3 pointers.  However, it's Thursday, and I've been doing a lot of reading and homework and can't elaborate on the aforementioned.

It's 4:30 and I've been in class since 8am.  I am reading case study from now until 6pm, at which point, we have a presentation/lecture/q&a from/with the Dean.  Then, it's a quick dinner followed by a team work session for a presentation tomorrow.