Classes began last night and it looks like I am going to die of work overload, but I'm probably lumping everything into one task instead of looking at it as a series of tasks. I expect to be busy, though. I'm looking forward to my Portfolio Theory and Construction class. We have broken into groups to compete against each other in a competition to see who can turn $10 million play money into the largest amount over the course of the semester. We're using a mock trading site called Stock Trak. In the meanwhile, I freed up some cash in my brokerage account to use as play money if I see any interesting investment opportunities while playing the mock portfolio management game.

What cracks me up is the commodities market. When I grow up, I want to be a pork bellies trader. If that isn't possible, I'd like to be a HO trader. (HO = Heating Oil)

My second marketing course seems to be nearly identical to the first course, with similarities between the professors regarding their disciplinary procedure. I thought MBA students were mature adults, but I am apparently wrong. We are not allowed to eat or drink in class. We are not allowed to use our cell phones during class break time. We are not allowed to be late for class. We are allowed, however, to act like petulant children in imitation of our mentor.