I was so tired this morning. I got myself to school. I had to drive the Mustang. It made me nervous because it's been a while since I drove a standard. I forgot a book. I have a test tomorrow. I'm feeling harried and worried. I was headed to the registrar's office, and I saw my friend in her office, talking. I smiled, but kept on going. She looked busy. I didn't want to interrupt.
Behind me, I heard "Debby!" and I stopped and turned around. Rachel told me how much she enjoys reading my blog, and that she's got another woman in her office following my merry adventures. "Thanks," I said. "How's it going?" she asked. And I told her, honestly, that I was feeling nervous and tired and worried and harried, as if I was barely keeping up, and she said, "Well, all students feel like that at this point. Everyone feels the pressure." She smiled her very nice smile in a very reassuring way, and pointed out that there were just a couple more weeks of class, not counting Thanksgiving break, and finals week.
I went on my way, but this time, instead of walking along in my own little 'Joe Btfsplk' world (L'il Abner was a great cartoon, wasn't it?), this time, I walked looking around me, at other students. Rachel was right. Little snippets of conversation, worried expressions, no computers open in the library or the computer lab...yep. Everyone is feeling the pressure. It is not just me.
I got that horrible essay that had me ripping my hair out. I got an A. I have the final exam essay to write, and then that class is done. It's not that the class is awful. Or hard. It's just so much writing.