I'm allergic to finals.
seriously, everytime they come around, my throat swells up like a grapefruit, all the mucous cells in my nose head south, and lymph nodes pretend their softballs.
5 days, 5 finals.
Seriously, I think God does it so He can receive all the glory (as He should). Because I don't have the energy or the clear-headedness to study like I should, and sometimes I'm so ill I don't even remember taking the test. Therefore when my grades come out and I've made A's and B's, I know it's by His Grace alone.
so here I am, sick again, and full of Grace. Prayers being accepted now on my behalf.
2 comments:
aw, em - you're gonna be fine.
sorry you're sick though. sayud.
erin: there's nothing like an obscure Gilmore Girls reference to cheer a girl up, thanks!
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