Tidbits From A Mind That Belongs In Bed But Feels Like Blogging

Actually, I don't even know what to write about this evening. The great beauty of my life currently exists in the fact that as of this afternoon, the student part of my semester ended, which means I'm one semester closer to posessing that highly prized M.A.

When questioned as to my performance on said exams, my answer has been vague, mostly because I really don't have a clue (and partly because I'm just that exhausted). I didn't study to the level of my satisfaction. Hebrew Exegesis should not have been hard, but I was tired and distracted, and the passages he chose were not the ones I really studied. Not to worry--I'm sure I'll make an A. In fact, I bet I'll make A's in all 3 courses, though my Jewish Apocalyptic Lit. course leaves some room for doubt. I want the A, even though if I were the professor, I wouldn't think I deserved it, knowing the vast discrepancy between my abilities and my performance this semester.

But we're lucky (or, at least, safe) in that we do not receive our commendation based on our attainment of the things we are capable of, but rather, on our achievement of somebody else's fixed standards. It makes it simpler to underachieve and yet look impressive. Which is unfortunate and yet still...lucky.

I really do understand what Bilbo Baggins meant when he told Gandalf that he felt like "butter spread over too much bread." Do you ever feel this way? The best of me has been wasted in being spread too thin, and it's not worth it. Of course, to change the "thinness" would be to change present employment circumstances, and that change would carry with it a vast array of consequences.

The most wonderful part of classes being done this semester isn't the fact that I can sleep again. No, it is the ability to read books that aren't school-related. I plan to read all sorts of fiction this holiday...and maybe frequent some bookstores up north. It will be lovely.

Adieu, my friends, my cyberstalkers. Sleep...I'm a fan. Sleep with the lights still on, surrounded by books, papers, and computer to the point where I can't move but am too tired to care...my life as of late. Sleep in the dark under warm blankets, as I will sleep tonight...priceless. May your night be warm and filled with good rest. Adieu.