Obama and I relieved midterms are over

In a sign of how much my world has changed, I saw a headline in The New York Times this evening that referenced the midterms. I fully expected the article to be about college students struggling with the pressure of midterm exams.

My midterm results came in: Early and Medieval Church History (A), Old Testament (A-). I'm actually more excited about the OT exam, which had the entire junior class stressed leading up to it. The day before the exam we had a review session with our preceptor. His first words were, "When you get the exam tomorrow, don't panic." Panic was not an emotion I expected to feel, until that is, he advised against it. That burgeoning sense of panic increased when, moments before we received the exam, a random student, who was not in the class, approached the eraser board and wrote, "Remember who you are and whose you are. Blessings from the middlers and seniors."

The exam was challenging but not overwhelmingly so. I finished with about a minute to spare.

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