This afternoon, I forced myself to do my first of (hopefully many) mock exam questions. I sat down, timed myself, and by the end, I realized that, frankly, I had done a pretty decent job. No, not perfect, I kind of got a little lost when I was trying to explain what happened to social housing in Britain under the Thatcher administration, but overall, I think I did okay.
I also discussed a research proposal I'm mulling over with a friend of mine, and she didn't laugh at me and tell me that it was an impossible topic.
Then this evening, I picked up a beer from the off license, the cashier asked me if I was old enough to buy beer, and I came home, cooked some spaghetti and lazed around reading an old L.M. Montgomery book.
My stress level is considerably reduced.
I think I'm going to make it after all.
1 year ago