But what I wasn't prepared for is that at Miami Ad School, you're going to sweat.
You're going to sweat when you're running to a potentially mind blowing class on a Sunday morning, trying to get there by 10am while lugging your laptop and multiple layers to deal with the changing San Francisco weather.
You're going to sweat when you have to make a 10 minute presentation to your 40 classmates and tough-as-nails teacher on a project you've had only a week to immerse yourself in.
You're going to sweat as you frantically finish your presentation before the teacher calls on your team to present.
You're going to sweat when you have no time to eat and frequently find yourself running to Safeway for a cheap sandwich.
And you're going to sweat as you hold hot coffee in your hand, praying that it will give you another hour of energetic clarity.
You're going to sweat as you slam a ping pong ball back and forth with force like a ninja, playing a multitude of experts in an effort to clear your head.
And after all that hard work, you're going to sweat it out with your classmates from all over the world on the dance floor and realize, it was all worth it.