10 January 2010
Abandonment
This blog has been sadly abandoned in the past months. I am really quite a terrible blogger and I'm fairly certain that no one reads this anymore, except maybe a random check every six months or so. Does that stop me? Nope. Should it? Probably. Will I be better about it? Not for awhile, at least. I'm off to school again. The land with two places to connect to snail-speed internet and very little time to spare for such frivolous things as blogging. Who knows, maybe I'll be a more responsible blog owner. But drawing a universal from several particulars, I would say that this blog won't be touched until Easter. Until then, God bless!
05 January 2010
Dawn's Rosy Fingers
The morning of the philosophy final is one of enormous pressure, relief, and exhaustion. The week has been long, the finals have been demanding, the people around you are stressed, and you only want to get home.
When you wake up that Friday morning, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, you have a final approaching, but it will soon be over - for better or for worse. This year, I had taken five finals in the past six days and wasn't sure I was ready for the last one. You hit a spot where you've studied everything; you aren't sure, though, whether it's enough. But as I left the dorm at 6:30 in the morning, muttering my daily rosary under my breath as I headed down to the chapel for the celebration of Mass, I looked around me and saw this. I could not have asked for a better confirmation of the beauty of God's providence and His magnificent overruling guidance in this world. Finals would soon be over. And all would be well.
When you wake up that Friday morning, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, you have a final approaching, but it will soon be over - for better or for worse. This year, I had taken five finals in the past six days and wasn't sure I was ready for the last one. You hit a spot where you've studied everything; you aren't sure, though, whether it's enough. But as I left the dorm at 6:30 in the morning, muttering my daily rosary under my breath as I headed down to the chapel for the celebration of Mass, I looked around me and saw this. I could not have asked for a better confirmation of the beauty of God's providence and His magnificent overruling guidance in this world. Finals would soon be over. And all would be well.
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