Life, Books, Cats

So, yeah.  I have been behind in math.  Behind behind.  Like, been taking the class since August when it's supposed to last two or three months, and still not done.  I have procrastinated, I have failed, I have screamed in frustration- and upon learning about how much I still had to do I may or may not have hidden in a little ball and sobbed louder than the two month old Neighbor Baby. 

Because yeah, I was bleeping stressed.  I've made a lot of progress this year- I've got friends- with an s on the end!  Multiple friends!- I had a birthday party, I got over 200 reviews on Crashing in Time, I finished about a tenth of NaNoWriMo and I finally began to figure out foreshortening in my art-  but a large part of my mind still firmly believes that if I fail a school class, I could find the Holy Grail and it still wouldn't be enough to <s>not disappoint my father</s> have a non wasted year.  If I couldn't pass a class, I might as well be back in Hellhole On Earth Senior High.

But I am not.  I am at Run By Angels On This Green Earth BEST SCHOOL EVER, and according to my math teacher who is INCREDIBLE and PATIENT and has the FORGIVENESS OF A SAINT, I have done enough work to pass.

I am seriously jumping for joy.  Well, actually, I am writing an essay for Honors Genocide And Human Nature (yes I AM, mom, don't worry...), but that is now my ONLY class besides Medieval History (which is online) that I still have huge amounts of work in.  And not actually that huge.  They seemed huge this morning, but that was before I did most of them.

In other news:  Dear Section of My Brain That I Do Not Control, I do not know what possessed you to think that licking the fern would solve all of my problems.  The timing was coincidental.  And it did not taste very good, either.

But seriously?

Thank you, Ms DeLong!  Thank you, mom and daddy!  Thank you, Jesus!