Finals WeekFINALS! *eerie mood music plays and you expect your professor, dressed as Count Dracula pop out at any moment to suck your blood if your head is not buried in the books!*
You know - I even had a professor say, "I don't believe in making finals miserable for the students" ("Awwww." thought I) right before announcing the final would be an ESSAY final with 1 - 8 essays on it. Joy to the world, my New Testament professor missed Revelation 21:8. LoL.
I am so ready to be done!
sooo the semester is coming to a close but I don't feel I will be able to settle down for another oh, 5 weeks!
how you ask? 1 wk. left of finals. 2 wks. in Peru. 2 wks. left to write a paper about Peru.
yes, I'm whining.

I can always use prayer - if only for an attitude adjustment. 
I do think "finals week" dislikes me. Bad things always happen to me this week.
Last semester my best friend turned their back on me right before finals. nice.
And today I found out my dog may not live much longer. My baby. My precious little baby.
..Misty..
I wanted a puppy ever since I was 3! It was my every Christmas and birthday wish. When I was 6 my grandmother bought a cute, purebread, little, white furballish poodle for my birthday! I remember every detail about that day.
I wore a navy and white cotton dress because it was a special occasion and I wanted to feel pretty.
Everyone (extended family included...they even called me)wanted me to name her Cinnamon, because she had that coloring. I stoutly refused and stuck to Misty! Btw, her coloring faded and she ended up being....misty white. Hmmff.
Two days after I got her she pulled a scuunii out of my hair. I still have pics. She was my baby. I had nicknames for her. She slept with me. She followed me around. She was my baby.
When she could hear she knew what I was saying when I talked to her...Don't argue with me, she did! She used to like to wander away and I never got so worried as when I ran around the neighborhood searching for my little lost puppy. My baby. She always came home.
When I left for college her spirits went down. Sometimes I blame myself for leaving - perhaps it stressed her out. I wish I could have her here with me. My little baby here with me. She always perked up when I came home and followed me around. Now she is blind. My baby can't see. She misses me and there is nothing I can do to make this better.
Misty and I, we understand each other. She is special. My baby is special.
So now I am crying. I could use some prayers, somehow I have to handle all of this. Its my puppy and for this I have Jesus.
I hope your day is especially specifically delightful. Smile when you can, there may be a time when you just can't...
Hoping in the Lord,
Hannah Elise!!!! |