So much to do....

Tomorrow, I am going to take a test. A big test. A four and one-half hour test.
An expensive test at a testing center in Nashville.

I am feeling kinda stupid. What if I don't pass? I have lotsa test anxiety. Some days, I am confident in my school work. I know that I can pass classes. At the end of this semester, I will have 73 hours.

I sit in classes with all these young kids. One of my teachers at Tech is 25. She is 25!
When Eli was born, she was 12. I was a mother already when she was twelve years old!

That is depressing.

Anyways, I think my brain may explode. I have been studying all night. I am trying to review everything I have ever learned. Well, at this point, I hope I retain some of it. I am so tired, I can't even figure percentages. What is a noun? What is a verb? What if I fail the essay part of the quiz?

I am going to be so, so, so happy when tomorrow night rolls around. I am ready to go to bed.

I was trying to study and I yelled at my kids to go to bed. You know it is sad when the six year old has to read the four year old a bedtime story cause Mommy is too busy.