Its 1 in the night...

...and I am wide awake. As my friends keep asking me how many hours I am averaging in sleep every night, I keep getting more anxious. My beauty sleep is something I am going to hate missing out on. The process has started already. For someone who would remain grumpy if she had anything less than 8 hours of sleep, I am learning to manage beautifully in 6. And I am told it gets much worse. 4 would be an ideal number, and thats my target. Anything less and I would collapse.
The first assignments have been turned in and the grades are out. Its a common occurence to see people working around the campus till late in the night, discussing, analysing, rediscussing, re-analysing. It doesnt get tougher than this. Arriving at a consensus in your group of 4 or 5. All bright people, raring to make their mark, all achievers in their own right. And all striving to become tomorrow's leaders. Pre- reads before the class starts, post-reads to understand what the prof really meant. Read ups, study group sessions, meetings, all in an effort to understand where we are heading with these subjects. Yet floundering. Getting used to burning the midnight oil all over again. While wondering why we are really here.....
One year is too short..or too long/????////
I wonder which one it is going to be......