If you’ve hung in so far, I’ve got an entire list of hobbies you should check out. But, thanks. Anyway, not much going on in my life, I’m taking my Old Testament Survey course, which, of course, starts with Exodus (as it should be). And hanging out at the ranch, where the animals continue to impress us with their levels of crazy. (Example, Scout HANGS OUT IN PLASTIC BAGS. This cat is some kind of Rasputin or something, because after her start in life, the dental floss eating incident, and now her penchant for anaerobic environs, the girl should have slipped this mortal coil months ago…)
Mack Brown has an important day tomorrow, and since I’m totally sure he reads this blog RELIGIOUSLY for my expert commentary on all things football (snack) related, I’ll keep it brief. Coach, DON’T CHOKE ON ME TOMORROW.
And finally, for those of you who got great news last week, or today, I AM BEYOND PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE PROFESSION!!!!! Let’s honor it, okay?
If you are still waiting, I wait with you. And I know how long this is. Nothing I can say can make it go any faster or decrease your worry, but remember, the only time you may panic is the day before results. Okay?
And, if the results weren’t what you hoped for, this changes NOTHING. You are still the same WONDERFUL, BRIGHT, INTELLIGENT Lifesavers Rabble Rouser you were going into that stupid exam. You went through three years of hell. You emerged better, smarter, prettier, and just all-around more congenial than when you entered. You just didn’t take one exam well. Granted, it was an important exam, but that is ALL. This exam has absolutely NO bearing on who you are in your soul. So, the thing to do is get up, lick your wounds (take time to do this, it’s TOTALLY OKAY), watch whatever movie it is that is some kind of emotional security blanket for you (I suggest “Goonies”), eat some Junior Mints, curl up under a blankie. For TWO DAYS. No more. After that, it gets more difficult to leave the Couch/Fortress of Safety. Immediately submit your reapplication, and start studying again. You know the drill. Does it suck? I’m pretty sure it does. Did it suck the first time around? Yes. So you’re used to it. You remember how in Lifesavers School there were just some things that you had to suck up if you wanted to graduate? Good. You’re prepared for this feeling, now, too. And anybody who gives you anything but completely positive love and support? Not a friend. You don’t need them in your life, or in your practice when you pass this next time around.
Okay, so Coach Brown needs to get back to work, and I have to finish some homework.
Have a great weekend,