…I will be in a classroom taking a final that I have done nothing to prepare for.
Granted, it is my literature final, is open book/open note, I will at least get partial credit (all I really need is 18 out of 25 points to get an A in the class), and my professor likes my writing, so… (here’s giving this one to the One who knows my stress level).
And, then, I have Visual Communication at 9am… which, hopefully, will not be too bad. I retain a lot more than I think I do.
But, then again, tomorrow will be a cakewalk compared to the rest of the week… Ick. I don’t like dense exam schedules.
Check this out, though…
“The man who forms the habit of beginning without finishing has simply formed the habit of failure.” [[Unknown]]
A lot of my life now makes sense. Go figure. ‘Night.
Mood: Slightly frazzled Listening to: Phil Keaggy, Acoustic Sketches
Reading: Cowman, Streams in the Desert