No Lo Se

I feel obligated to write, but I’ve got no clue where to start. The active J08 bloggers seem to have everything covered, with pictures to boot.  Classes are moving along at a fairly insane pace, P1 is more than half over, exams are right around the corner and I still have no idea what the hell a T-Account is.

Note to all future intakes: The idea of trying to catch up on the previous week’s worth of work on the weekends doesn’t fly.  Either do it during the week, or don’t do it at all.  Something always manages to come up on Saturday, and Sundays are reserved for sleep and a visit to the marche (food market/flea market) in Fonty center.

Those with an interest in finance have begun the interview process and I seem to have missed the ocean, let alone the boat.  I guess that means I wasn’t cut out to be a financier in the first place.  That, or I’m just lazy.

“Club 16,” one of the nicest big houses I’ve been privileged to see, is hosting their second P1 party this evening.  The theme is Oktberfest, and the email invites have advised people to bring beer.  Seeing that in France, wine is cheaper than water and beer, I’m curious to see what kind of supply they end up with.  Alas, I’m staying in this rainy evening and cuddling up with Ross, Westerfield, Jaffe, Jordan’s Modern Financial Management, 8th Edition.  I hear portfolio covariance calculations make for warm bedfellows.

Bon nuit.