Finals are over and I really can't tell you how I did. It's not uncommon for me to arrive at the end of a test--especially an essay test--and find myself questioning everything I'm doing; from what I just wrote, to my entire purpose for taking the class, to my role in the universe. Often by the time I reach the last question I'm in a very "What the hell" kind of mood. On one occasion a couple of years ago I had to struggle mightily with the urge to write "This is a stupid test and I no longer feel like taking it." In my defense, I had a cold at the time and it was the third essay test I'd taken that day. Yesterday was no different. I'd spent four or so days studying for finals and I was simply fried. I don't remember what I wrote, but as I was drunk on lack of sleep and on literary overload, I have a terrible feeling that what probably seemed profound and beautiful by the dim light of exhaustion will be the sort of thing I'd quickly kill and bury in the backyard under any other circumstances.
I suspect I need to re-think my test taking strategy.
BUT I now have a month off from school and I'm trying to decide what to do with it. I know there will be some house cleaning, some Christmas decorating (our tree is up but still naked), some gift making, some blogging, and some writing. Okay, a lot of writing. And I need to spend some time sorting out my website, which I really like, except that the background loads slowly and I haven't worked out exactly why. And I need to spend a lot of time figuring out how this marketing thing works. More on that another time.
But today I'm going to putter and do exactly what I want to do (which will almost certainly include some cleaning--as the current state of affairs is just disturbing). Watch this space for updates.