It was cold and the wind was blowy and I bought The Watchmen there.
And I read it in between exams.
Exams were hard. My brain started to feel foggy. It was clanking, groaning.
Although at times I lit on points of creation : of ideas and words flashing together in synaptic rhizomes, maps of study-time.
And I passed.
Thank EFF.
In two weeks I go back for the Oral Examination. Sounds gross, hey?
Five profs sit around me (in a semicircle? as a linear panel? holding hands?) and ask me questions about what I wrote in my exams.
I'm not too worried.
As long as I'm rested and the brain stays clear.
I am much happier than I've been in a long time. Even today, whilst grumpily shopping at SuperStore, I was fairly happy. Even when BOTH my classes revealed that they hadn't done any of the VERY EASY and VERY SHORT reading assigned for today, I was happy.
