An Update of Academic Proportion

I took my lit final last night (It got delayed due to website maintance).
The first part was pretty straight forward, I studied hard and got an A. The second part was quite possibly one of the hardest finals I have ever taken... EVER. I trudged through it.
I been crunching some numbers this morning and even if I got a zero on the second half of the final I would still get a 77 in the class. What a load off. So this is what it feels like to be consistent and prepared. My steady work all semmester has paid off and I am one step closer to the end.


I recall a certain math class that I was taking at the University of Utah during summer semmester. This was a 6:00 oclock AM class and I was working most nights until 2:00 AM. For one reason or another I become highly ambitious and extremly dellusional when looking at college course catalogues. I mean to really believe that I would make it to that class with any kind of consistency is absolute mockery. Looking back, all I can do is smile and laugh. Because at the time when I was kicking it around in my head, I had no doubt I could do it (just to be clear, I still think that I could have done it, but the difficulty would have rivaled the yellow jersey groups acent of Alpe De Huez) I even remember visualising the process... Get off work at 1:30, walk home by 2, wake up at 530, cup of coffee at the 711 and grab my morning smoke on the way to class, leave class, head right back to bed, sleep untill 12, wake up, walk to work... Perfection I thought. Well I thought wrong and it wasnt long before I was crunching the numebrs , not unlike this morning, and realized that in order to pass the class with a C, I would need to score a 98.3 % on the final... I was estatic, because up until that calculation I thought that for sure this class was a goner and now there was a little hope. 98.3%? That happens all the time. Sure the pressure would be on, and I would have to sudy a lot, and make almost no errors, but it was possible. This class was far from over... I was so happy in fact that I started my celebration in the usual fashion... a little too early.
Well I wont keep you in suspence. I didnt get a 98.3%, I didn't even get close, I never showed up. Thats right, I slept right through it.
I guess the point here is how good it feels to be on the other side, how much less stressful life is when attacked piece meal at a time... very similar to cycling. The Tour is not won over the course of 27 days. It is won one pedal stroke at a time.