Midterms...

Wow. I finally get a chance to sit down and relax and my brain won't stop racing in a billion differnt directions.

I wrote my database midterm this morning. Most of it went okay except for one question where I could "see" the relevant diagram in my note but couldn't remember a thing that went on it. I made some stuff up, hoping for part marks, and moved on, but that question was worth a major portion of my exam. Oh, well.

I got my Educ. Psych. midterm back today and did better on the written section than I hoped for but not as well on the multiple choice. Not much I can do about it. I've decided I don't really like multiple choice tests. They usually end up being a lot trickier than I think they will be.

I am finding lately that if I had more time think I would be able to do better on assignments. Before I've always felt pressured but not that I wasn't putting in as well as I could anyway. Now I'm feeling like if I had more time I would go back and revise things and add more of my own thoughts. I am also finding that I am running out of space or reaching the maximum for assignments (e.g. written as close to 1000 words as possible on a 800-1000 word assignment, or completely filling the three page max and still having more stuff to say). It's frustrating. I am not looking forward to writting my database paper this weekend. I either find I have too much or not enough to say.

The new Casting Crowns CD is awesome. It sums up a lot of what I am feeling right now.

"Altar and the Door"
Careless, I am reckless
I'm a wrong-way-travelin'-slowly-unraveling shell of a man
Burnt out, I'm so numb now
That the fire's just an ember way down in the corner of my cold, cold heart
Lord, this time I'll make it right, here at the altar I lay my life
Your kingdom come but my will was done, my heart is broken as I...
Cry, like so many times before
But my eyes are dry before I leave the floor, oh Lord
I try but this time, Jesus, how can I be sure I will not lose my follow through
Between the altar and the door

"Somewhere in the Middle"
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle
With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is
But will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle
Are we caught in the middle