So, a momentary panic set in when I went to order my cap and gown. No big deal, it passed.
It wasn’t until I sat down with the Bear to meet for our independent study and tried to schedule future meetings with him so that there was none of the confusion that has seemed to plague us of late.
And, as I looked at the calender, I realized that there are officially six weeks left in the semester. Two of them are reserved for finals. I have four weeks left of school.
Four weeks. Four!
So, yeah, the panic has begun, a bit early this time, I think. But then again, there are other contributing factors.
We read Othello for Shakespeare again, and I realized that I liked Othello far better than Cymbaline (which utterly, utterly sucked in its ending, by the way) or anything else we’ve read so far this semester.
And Jenny says I’ll make it, and Jenny’s never wrong.
But right now I’m really starting to wonder.