Wonder of wonder, Miracle of Miracles

Yesterday, I was preemptively depressed. In fact, I was preemptively despondent. I had two meetings in the morning, after which I just kind of puttered around campus, studying first at the library and then at the Tanner building. And I was depressed. I knew, no matter how hard I studied for the accounting test, that I was going to fail it.

I read the book, and I did practice problems, and all semester it has felt awkward and weird. It just never made sense--not at all. It all seemed very counter-intuitive and backwards.

Finally, yesterday afternoon I downloaded a couple podcasts off of NPR--one about art and one about music--and took a walk. I can only handle accounting for so long.

Anyway, I had a conference call in the evening, speaking to a book club in Michigan, and then I went back to studying. And then I was back here in the MBA Lounge at 5:45 this morning, studying some more.

And then I took the accounting final. And, you know what? It went surprisingly well. I mean, there were two questions I had to guess on, and one more that I later discovered I screwed up. But, the vast majority of the test felt really good.

I mean, I still hate accounting, and I probably still won't be getting an A. But, it's nice to see that studying--and desperately praying--pays off.