"Hell Week"

In GLS we obviously have a very demanding course load, however there is always that one week where there is something due everyday. We like to call this "Hell Week." It originated, I believe, during the second semester of sophomore year when Asher, Jody, RJ, and I were busy doing the business plan competition and were also bombarded with some crazy Statistics project. Of course, I don't really remember exactly what went down that week or what assignments were due, but it was called the Hell Week from then on. Well, so being the young, chipper (hehe, Chipper) people that we are, we all enter junior year ready to learn and ready to conquer the business world. During about the third or fourth week of classes, we determined that we were in Hell Week. It was just that we had a quiz or two that week, probably an IT assignment and something else. Well, during last semester, Hell Week never ended. It most certainly extended ALL SEMESTER. This is why studying abroad was somewhat relaxing at first. I mean, we don't have regular assignments, we only have to read for class, and have only one big exam at the end of the semester.

Well, this relaxation caught up to us, Kate and I and the rest of the business school, big time during the last month. We have had AT LEAST one group presentation a week for the past month, and last week was officially known as this semester's Hell Week. Let's see, I had a 3000 word paper due on the sustainability of the Eurozone, which I will gladly discuss with anyone and argue, contrary to my paper, that the euro should be abolished, I had a presentation due on Thursday, and two other group presentations to work on. Not to mention that I needed to clean the apartment, become presentable, and actually have clean clothes before Asher come to Grenoble.

Anyway, I just needed some sort of post about how terrible that week was. It seriously didn't end, and I didn't stop revising, as the British would say, all week. I also expected Asher to show up at the Grenoble train station, aka the Gare, around 8:30 to 9:30 on Thursday night, however he didn't get there till 12:30. I was really freaked out for a while! He, of course, finally got there after I had made friends with an older lady waited for her family. (We talked for several hours in broken French and English). So, that Friday, around 3, we left for Munich!!! Aka, the best city ever with the best people ever. The next post will be epic!