For the next 31 hours, you won’t be able to find me. I’m going to be unavailable to the world.
For the next 31 hours, I’ll be running around campus, getting final questions answered, making my final run-throughs of problems, writing out theorems one last time, getting Starbucks, staying up late, and doing work.
For the next 31 hours, I will be completely focused in on what it is that I need to do in order to end this semester successfully. That is, a 93 and an 81 on two tests. I’m even willing to take a B+ in Linear Algebra and shoot for a 78 and an 81. The pressure and the stress is still there.
But I feel that I am preparing myself well. The last three days at home allowed me to relax and work in an unstressful environment. This was wonderful, as I didn’t feel as much pressure. I’ve gone through all of my notes, written out quite a few theorems that we might have to prove tomorrow. I feel fairly confident, and fairly ready. The next 31 hours will dictate just how confident and how ready I will truly end up being.
In spite of all this, I still got frustrated Sunday night, though, something that I can’t afford to do tomorrow. I know what I’m doing, and I know what I’ve gotten myself into. It is now my responsibility to pull this out.
How I can’t wait for Wednesday night.
–jl–
