oh boy oh boy..

It's been 5 months since I've looked at a textbook or made notes on the CICA Handbook. I knew I'd eventually have to start studying again, but that doesn't mean I dread it any less. Augh.

School. Books. Lectures. Classes. Accounting Handbook. Auditing Handbook. Tax Act. Friggin' Tax Act. Augh. I'm falling asleep just thinking about it.

It starts tomorrow. My boss signed me up for 33 hours of Professional Development courses from now until beginning of December. Ususally only people who have obtained their designation take PD courses since they are required to do so, but my boss thought it would be advantageous for me to learn about all the new revisions of the Handbook as early as possible since he's convinced that the additional knowledge will help me perform better on my UFE next Sept.

Then beginning in October (thanksgiving weekend?? geez!), I'll be spending 8 hours every Sunday (when I'm in T.O and not teaching, that is) in a class going over all the technical mumbo-jumbo for the first (CKE) of my three professional exams next year. Fortunately, this course is supposed to do a really good job in preparing students for the CKE. If I pay full attention during the classes, hopefully I won't have to do too much revision during the holidays. The CKE will be held on Jan. 5, 2006. That's only 15 weeks away. Crappola.

On the bright side, if all goes well, all my studying for the CA will be over by this time next year. That's only 12 measley months. I know I shouldn't complain. Some ppl have years of studying ahead of them (gooooooooooooooooo, smart people!). And so I now declare:

I, Eve, will actually studying according to a proper schedule from now 'til next September. There shall be no more last minute revisions, no freak-outs due to a lack of preparation, and no more sleepness nights due to anxiety.

I only hope that I don't once again turn into this:


This was me at my cramming worst. Notice the messy hair and clothes and the universal signal for a headache.

Also, there was much over-eating (comfort), breakouts (caused by rubbing face in frustration) and general messiness of studying area. Oh, who am I kidding? I can't blame the mess on exams.

I must say though, the cramming brought down my morale. Feeling like crap and being scared shitless wasn't a fun way to end my university career.

No wonder Edward was all, "Hmm, you got prettier in the last few months." after we got out of school. Heehee. At the time I didn't know whether I should be offended or pleased. But really, he had a point.

(31 days!! Oooooooooooohh yea!)

time for: checking out www.torontogasprices.com and go fill up my car.