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The Ubiquitous Countdown
Dec. 18th, 2006 05:30 pmI've never read so many LJs with references to "T minus this" and "game face" that, so, in my quest to become the human lemming, I'll follow the crowd:
There are 1.5 hours remaining until my Swahili exam. How does one go from a 101/100 on the Midterm to careful prayers to relevant deities for a passing grade?
Priorities, dear. And stress. And worry. And obsession.
Obsession, that is, with things other than Swahili. Ndiyo.
I assuage my guilt by telling myself that next semester will be different, I'll be more in control, being back in the states will be less overwhelming, being around my family will be less stressful.
The fact is that I've reached a stage of apathy where I can't bring myself to be convinced that school, or this particular class, or this particular test, is worth fretting completely over. So many more things seem so much more important. And sure, I can imagine being 18 and never having seen further than the "Hanging In There" Dangling Cat Poster on their dorm room wall, but, being the age I am, and having seen the things I have, it's a little harder to be so easily snowed.
Maybe that's my justification. Who knows. Either way, it's TEE MINUS ONE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES and I can't go to this exam naked.
There are 1.5 hours remaining until my Swahili exam. How does one go from a 101/100 on the Midterm to careful prayers to relevant deities for a passing grade?
Priorities, dear. And stress. And worry. And obsession.
Obsession, that is, with things other than Swahili. Ndiyo.
I assuage my guilt by telling myself that next semester will be different, I'll be more in control, being back in the states will be less overwhelming, being around my family will be less stressful.
The fact is that I've reached a stage of apathy where I can't bring myself to be convinced that school, or this particular class, or this particular test, is worth fretting completely over. So many more things seem so much more important. And sure, I can imagine being 18 and never having seen further than the "Hanging In There" Dangling Cat Poster on their dorm room wall, but, being the age I am, and having seen the things I have, it's a little harder to be so easily snowed.
Maybe that's my justification. Who knows. Either way, it's TEE MINUS ONE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES and I can't go to this exam naked.
