I look around me and all I see is stress. People are so very worried about the littlest things. In class, there will be the people who always, always want to know about exams, the formats, the marking scheme, the contents and so on. I do wonder how the hell I managed to get here, in a good (and appropriately named) professional degree program amongst all these hardworking, severely stressed out people. I don't deserve all that I have and I'm bratty enough to want more and more each day... and get it. I feel like the economy class passsenger bumped to first class, afraid to touch anything since at any moment now someone in charge will realize the mistake and all hell will break loose.

How the hell did I get so lucky?