This Wednesday I had to take a test in my English Comp class.  I did not feel prepared as I had not really done been reading the chapters.  This would be a test of something like 6 chapters.  I took it a little at a time in the midst of another very busy day.  I had a sense of dread about this but resisted negative thinking.  A little while into it I realized that this was material that I really enjoy learning and was digesting and retaining well.  I had planned to take the test on the following day but was motivated to do it this day.

I went and took the test and was surprised to see that it was to be hand written.  I just could not believe this.  My test was to write an analysis of an essay.  The essay was about the childhood home of a boy from Virginia.  I enjoyed the essay but the paper was very long and I wanted to quit in the middle.  I was able to persevere to the end.

While at the campus I noted how one could get caught up in the campus culture and define their identity from within this bubble.

This was another day in which we had two simultaneous baseball games.  At the end of the day I was exhausted.  When I got home I realized that I had an assignment due at midnight.  My wife helped to quell my anxiety and I was able to go to bed accepting that it would be late.

Thanks be to God.