Four of us sprawled around my bedroom til 3:30 AM writing a paper,
and we finished still feeling like we had no idea what we were doing.
I'm clearly going to fail out of the program. Probably tomorrow.
And I have a long list running in my head of all the horrible people whose fault this night totally is.
(Like you, who told me you thought grad school was a great idea? You suck.)
8:40 AM and my mood has unfortunately not improved,
the Oregon sky is gray just to spite me and the inventor of Spellcheck threw his head back and laughed when he pictured me typo-ing 'won' when I meant 'own'.
A sweet friend walks into class just as the professor starts to collect our papers. She takes her seat and pulls hers out of her backpack...
after, to my surprise, she sets this down in front of me.
A large pumpkin pie latte and biscotti. My favorite. As she knows.
Which she thought of and paid for and picked up for me on her way to class,
even though she is just as sleep-deprived and just as frustrated as I am.
And for the first time in at least sixteen hours,
truly convicted that I didn't have one sooner.
leads us to repentance."
(I've been told by several dear friends my blog may come off as if I'm always happy...
Anonymous (cough cough): "Whatever, your version of a sad post is like posting a sad prayer."
Are we satisfied now? Have yall read this post??!)