Wild and WACCy

I'll be honest and admit it... there's little at this point in my life that's wild. Or wacc'y. That is, if you do not count the Finance exam which is coming up this Saturday. I dunno why, but everyone (including me this time) is freaking out big time over this, so there's little else in my life right now than Finance. It's CAPM for breakfast, discount rates with a little EAC on the side for lunch and NPVs with roasted portfolio risks for dinner. And frozen cash flows for dessert. I organised a study session (aptly called 'Finance for whizzes and dummies') for our stream yesterday, which helped a bit (if nothing else in realising that I'm not the only one who's got FINANCE DUMMY stamped on their forehead). But now I'm up against the next problem: which of the truckload of cribsheets that are doing the rounds do I choose? And how come no one else is in stitches when we keep on talking about our wacc (I just want to go out and wacc someone...)? Ugh. I do sound really obsessed, don't I? At times like these, I get fed up with myself. My poor housemates.

Luckily, there's some distractions on the horizon. There's a finance studying session with KV (with apologies for neglecting you the last weeks), a housewarming party this weekend, and all the way from Chicago Poweryogi is coming to visit. Michael Grade, chairman of the BBC, is coming to visit tomorrow lunchtime, and next Monday the CEO of Expedia is going to come. I got a letter (yes, an old fashioned handwritten letter) today from a dear friend. And on Sunday, there might be a slight chance that I'll actually get to start on my xmas shopping (aaaaaahhhh, shopping. I miss shopping. Gone are the days of sauntering out and spending too much money on stuff I really didn't need or in some cases necessarily wanted. The seductions of the xmas window displays. The smell of too many people's armpits as you stand with too many bags in the tube on the way home, wondering who the hell you're going to give that inflatable beerglass to for xmas.... ok, miss N, get back to the story now). Such is MBA life. Little things that signify normal life start meaning a lot.

Back to wallowing in my pool of darkness called 'self pity because i'm paying good money to learn something which is interesting but by virtue of having to study it for an exam becomes horribly burdensome' now.

[edit 1 on Nov 22nd: tomorrow the R1 applicants for London Business School will find out if they're getting an interview. If any of you are reading this: my thoughts are with you, good luck and I hope you get the interview!]