Exhaustion

For the first time...EVER...I thought to myself, "I'm too old for this."

It was a short-lived revelation that I quickly rescinded, but it was a moment.  It was bizarre.  I didn't like it.

I took a midterm on Thursday, and was overjoyed to see my grade on the online portal: 102/100.  I figured it had to have been across the board...an easy exam...so imagine my surprise when I went into class today and heard multiple murmurings of grades in the 70s.  I covered up my paper and didn't say a word.  Later, my grade was changed to 104/100.  I feel like this will help when she reads/grades my paper.

Papers.  Y'all.  I've written so many things over the last week.  I wrote a 5 page paper on Jonathan Edwards and his path to salvation by way of repetitive shame.  I'm not even sure it made sense.  BUT. 104/100.  I also wrote a 16 page doozy on a guy named Jonathan Edmiston from the 1800s.  I feel like I could sleep for a year and never want to write another paper again.

Too bad my next paper (a 10 pager this time) is due 3 weeks from this coming Tuesday.  This will be a group effort, so I'm not sure if that will be helpful or harmful. 

I have more to talk about, but I need to go to sleep.  I already took a nap this afternoon.

In. The. Rain.  Well, not IN it, but while it was raining.

And I'm filling in at N's school tomorrow, so that should be lovely.

But, I swear...I'm caught up on pretty much everything, so I'll have nothing else to do over the weekend besides fill you in on ALLLL the non-interesting things going on in my life...including, but not limited to playing Truth or Dare with gum wrappers.

I know.  I'm intrigued, too.

Aubs