To ski, or not to ski?

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Back in the first term I was invited by a classmate to go skiing in the French Alps with a group of friends during the second term. I immediately agreed, figuring that it would be impossible for Hilary term to be any more stressful than Michaelmas term. I reasoned that I would be able to handle skipping a few classes for this once-in-a-lifetime skiing opportunity. How difficult could it possibly be?

The tickets were booked, a place was reserved and a whole group of us were set to go.

Little did I realise back then just how stressful the second term would become. I am occupied every waking hour with MBA-related activities. I sometimes skip meals in order to study. I barely have time to call my grandparents anymore. My life has become a metaphorical pressure cooker.

I was close to backing out of the ski trip at the last minute due to the sheer amount of work I have on my plate. But then again, how could I turn down this opportunity? I LOVE skiing!

As a compromise, I brought along my macroeconomics textbook and global markets readings. I vowed to do my reading every evening, post-ski. I also called ahead to ensure there would be an internet café where I could check my emails and keep up-to-date with my MBA group work.

Thankfully, everything went according to plan. I had a fantastic time skiing with friends, I saw some gorgeous mountain scenery and I finally had some time to put all my stress in perspective. Plus, I managed to get through a huge stack of reading and a long list of urgent emails.

Now it’s back to reality, with a refreshed mind and a collection of priceless photos.

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