I have been here at COT for two weeks now and I have survived. I don't want to say it's been hell, really, but it has been a process of acclimating. A very UN-pleasant proceess of acclimating. But what can you do. You take the good with the bad. To me, bad is getting up at 0415 to do PC (workout). I enjoy working out, but I feel somewhat less than enthusiastic about doing it at that time of day. And I use the term "Day" very loosely. To me 0415 is still "the night before".
I feel my age here as well. I never felt 34 till I got here. Now I do. I am very glad I have been working out on my own for the past year and a half. I would have been in some serious trouble if I hadn't done that.
Meanwhile, I have about 3 more weeks till graduation, and while I have moments where it feels like a prison sentence, there are other moments when I look back on the previous two weeks and say "where did it go?". I hope these next three weeks just fly by. That would be sweet.
Time is limited here at COT and I will write more as time allows.
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