I can’t wait to work long hours and start losing weight. I can’t wait to act on instinct, to function so smoothly and strategically, synchronized like clockwork. I look at my companions and wonder if I could be just as good as them, with their vigilance and skill. I know I can’t skip this crucial phase of assimilation and adjustment, but I’m just so eager to get past this awkwardness and plunge into it right away. As usual, I want to rush everything. When will I understand that there’s no need to hurry.