It's Friday!

Well hey y'all!



I don't have anything pressing on my mind tonight. More than anything I was itching to show off my new design. And all the little extras that I created (hint, hint, look at my button).


Well this week was exam week. Out of five classes, I had three real exams and they were all on Thursday. I had one "exam" on Wednesday. It was a killer--we had to go out to PF Chang's and eat supper together. And it was optional. But the three exams on Thursday were rough. I got B's in all three of those classes and I am thrilled with those grades. Still waiting on the other two, but I'm not obsessing.


So today really was the end of the semester for me. And let me say Thank Goodness! Hands down, this has been the worst semester EVER. And it's not just me saying that. Everyone is; the students, the professors, the spouses of the students. Now, I am at a school where a teacher decided to kill fellow teachers and no one really recovers from that well. It's not that we are in shock, or grieving, or are scared. It just threw everyone off. And on top of that, it seems like everyone--teachers (and me) included--have had some sort of personal disasters happen in their life. I think the planets aligned and evil ran rampant in Morton Hall at UAHuntsville.


But it's done. And I survived. And to celebrate, some of the education students got together tonight and had a great supper and spent quality time together out of the classroom. And we even ran into one of our favorite (and most intimidating.he.is.brilliant.) professors and his lovely wife. I took my husband and kids and it was just so nice to not be stressed out for a change.

And now it's time for summer. I opted to not take summer classes. Of course that means that next summer I have to take four classes, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there. This summer, I am just going to be. Now, that doesn't mean I'll be sitting around doing nothing. I've got several months of real cleaning to catch up on. There's a delightful rumor *fingers crossed* that I could be moving this summer. I must find a school for my children. I get to go build houses with my church. I have boys to play with and movies to watch and books to read. But I get to do it all at my pace. And I don't have to reflect (education word of death) on anything or write any papers. 

I get to be Annie.

And that's a good thing.