"Life Comes At You Fast"

This past week was very hectic, stressful, terrible...you pick an adjective that is a synonym of "bad" and it probably fits. It was finals week for school, therefore I had my face in a book for about 8 or more hours a day studying. On top of that, most of my classes this past semester were online, which meant instead of actually taking a final, I had to write a paper. I literally have written close to 2 papers a week since last August. For finals week, I wrote one 4 pager, two 5 pagers, and a 7 pager on top of three quizzes, three discussion boards, and two test. (I also crammed in one extra credit paper for Philosophy.) If that didn't make my week interesting and stressful enough, my beloved 2002 Jeep blew up on the way to school on Thursday morning. The result...she's dead. I have to get the block rebuilt, which takes a lot of time and probably even more "chedda" (cash). I snapped a piston lifter which threw a rod which went through the engine block. My mechanic said that the chances of that happening in a Jeep in the good condition mine was in was about 1/1000. Why do I have to be the odd statistic!?

Although I had a bad week. I honestly shouldn't complain. Life is great. Good friends. Good family. And guess what? God still loves me and is in control of my life. I couldn't ask for more.