Welcome Week
The first week is a series of presentations with a few classes scattered around. The Dean says hello, the Career Management Services say hello, the alumni association says hello. I say hello. We get to pick up our 25 kg course pack at the library and we religiously shop for the various student materials. At the end of the week, they send us off into the forest where we have to walk around rocks blind-folded to pick some tennis balls and carabinos, we must get 12 people through a closely-knit net and various other exercises…

It felt so weird to go shopping for folders and notebooks at the same time as a flock of French kids getting ready for the school term. The school is taking care of my jetlag, between the various presentation and the first case studies, work takes me into early morning hours…Burning the midnight oil has ceased to be an ethereal expression.

Walking around school and talking to a few people, I get the impression that everyone else is much better at everything than I am. Doc, is this normal?