12/20/2007

HAHA WHAT

My teachers feel SO BAD for me.

If any doubt remained, it dissipated when I checked my grades, prayers having wound down to a request that God give me only the courage to carry on. In addition to my now mended Shelly grade (B), I saw two As and an A-.

Yeah.

I know better than to think that I somehow earned those, because I can remember each professor's grading system as set forth in their respective syllabi. Different percentages for each area of performance. "Effort" was not a category.

Whatever. Underneath all of the shock I am elated. Gordon MacKinnon's input has yet to appear (I'd be in no hurry to post a D, either), but the death cloud has been lifted. Who foresaw an A in Statistics? With my grades I could almost convince someone that I'm capable of understanding math!

Nothing like getting something good that you don't deserve. I guess I'm certainly one who knows by now.

12/14/2007

Be careful what you pray for

The best I could hope
Feels like a prayer
That suddenly woke
And scared me to bits
Wonderful broke
Over the skyline
Smashed me to dust
That swells on the wind
I have to be crushed
To be given a form
I want to be judged
And found needing
That your terrible presence
Obscures me some more
Is the one hope I have
To start being