I started writing her a letter back this afternoon and realized I wanted that in a blog... Not a letter! So, Alaire, you inspired this. Here's to you!!
Today I had three finals. I'm pretty sure I failed my English exam. BAH! I went to class feeling pretty confident. That's probably where I went wrong. Pride always gets me right where it counts. Seriously though, the first page of my exam looked like this.
I felt pretty good as I completed the first page with no problems. However, the second page of the exam looked a lot like this
After my ego was shattered into pieces, I ventured off to my next class, which is a class of God-like quality. AKA: My voice class. My exam was pretty long. I think 6 or 7 pages in total. Anyway, this is what my pen looked like.
ACED IT!! HOLLER!!
Next came the feared math exam. Considering my brain seemed to be absent from my math class (and life in general) for the entire last unit, I pretty much felt like a penguin in a blizzard. Cold, lost, afraid, cold (seriously.. it was freezing today.) Well, I decided to eat some lunch. After nourishing my bod, I decided to go exercise my brain. My math exam looked like this.
So, I said a GIANT prayer and began to labor over those statistics questions. I walked out of the testing center feeling somewhat okay about how I did. I looked up at the score board and this is pretty much what it said, "Okay, here is some serious proof that there is a God, and he loves you because somehow you managed to pull off an 84%!" Needless to say, I'm pretty pumped about my math skills.
Luckily, I only have two more finals left this week! The stress is over-rated. On the down side of things, my room mates are all pretty much moving back home. It's super sad! Our apartment looks so empty now and they're only half packed. I guess I'll just get to make all new friends. The more the merrier, right!?
