A penny for my thoughts!

It’s only been a fortnight since the shift to ISB happened and I’ve already experienced a lot!
I went without sleep for 48 hours straight and then slept through a Financial accounting class. I’m still trying to decipher the notes that I took during that class; I got drunk and went for a walk around the campus at 3am; I got drunk (another occasion!) and repeatedly traded insults with another drunk; I even got to slap a drunken friend repeatedly, in an effort to get him to his senses. He didn’t recall it the next day! Too much booze on campus.
Barely 2 weeks into the course, I’ve decided to quit smoking “for the time being”. More than the health concerns, it was the thought of spending so much on cigarettes that prompted this decision.
Interestingly, most people on campus have become a part of a group, where they feel most comfortable. And quite a few feel irritated to no end when they are forced to leave this group and put up with members of their study group (put together by ISB). Some feel intellectually superior while interacting with their study group mates; others feel like beating up them up. Shanthi!!
I’m no exception and I’ve found a quite a few interesting “characters”, whose company I seem to enjoy. Fortunately for me, my study group is also quite chilled out. Cool!
As usual, there are the loners, who prefer their solitude and will have nothing to do with groups as long as it isn’t necessary. Then, there are those few unfortunate folks who, in spite of their best efforts at socializing, never quite manage to break the ice. It probably doesn't matter much to them but I feel sorry every time I see them.
And I’ve seen quite a few going out of their way, just to be seen in the company of certain others. They end up trying to be exactly the opposite of what they are. Irritating!

Finally, there's been so much buzz about consulting as a career, that I couldn't resist taking a dig at it. So here goes -

"A consultant died and, as luck would have it, went to heaven. There were millions of people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter. To the consultant's surprise, St. Peter rose from the heaps of files and papers at his desk by the Gates, strolled briskly down the long line to where the consultant stood, and greeted him warmly. He walked the consultant to the front of the line and ushered him into a comfortable chair by his desk. St. Peter sat on the other side and stared at the consultant wonderingly.After a moment, the consultant said, "I have to say I appreciate all this attention, but what makes me so special?"St. Peter replied, "I'm simply amazed by your apparent good health. I've added up all the hours for which you billed your clients, and by my calculations you're 214 years old!"