I just had that age-old nightmare that you, my dear reader, have probably had, yourself. In it, I had to take a math test that I was totally unprepared for. To make matters worse, the teacher administering the test was the man my former fellow undergrads at Georgia Tech had called "Evil Santa Clause" due to his snowy-white beard, nasty eyes, and penchant for making students cry. The dream went on and on and on with me even asking for more time despite the impossible-ness of the test.
Thank God I woke up at 7.
I take this dream as a sign that I'm worried about the amount of work I've accomplished. Perhaps all those "stolen halves" have accumulated this week. So into the gaping maw of study I throw myself.
It does not help that I just ran into a celebrity porn star in the coffee shop where I'm studying. To Faceboook and then to study!
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