The night rantings

Week 9. Multiple assignments and 3 mid-terms later. Time just feel sort of distorted. Can't really put it in words but it seems to pass both too fast and too slow at the same time. There is a kind of weird suspended in time feeling that is so extreme. Still having the same of internal struggle: I am good, but do I want to be the best? Knowing just well, that even if I just pass, I will be in the small population that holds a postgrad and miniscule population with a reputable MBA. But do I want to be the best in this population, spectacular or is good just good enough. Am I getting all philosophical for nothing? Crossroads of life, one shot, one choice. Frankly, I am just terrified.