…All done. I really don’t feel all that good about my Media Law final, but I did what I could and it’s out of my hands.
I’m really tired, though… the last few weeks have really taken a toll on my mental capabilities.
“Officially fried” is the term I’m thinking of. It’s what you get for $1900 a semester. Fun, huh?
But I get to do nothing tonight, which I’m excited for… and I’m going home tomorrow, which is bittersweet, but still something I am (at last) really excited for.
I read a lot of poems by William Cowper today in the library… what an amazing writer that man is. He knew God.
O Lord, my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.
Why would I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold, from me.
Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
‘Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of day,
And crush’d before the moth!
But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still binds me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies
Drives all these thoughts away.
Mood: Officially fried Listening to: The thunderstorm rolling in
Reading: William Cowper, The Olney Hymns