Somehow or other, I managed to pass the four graduate courses I needed to take to keep my teaching certificate (and, hence, job) with straight As. I give the creds to a power higher than my own. I almost thought I would go clinically insane. I think, quite possibly, I passed the oral part of the final exam in Spanish for Educational Settings because I made the professor laugh. The question was something like, “Que tiene que hacer despues de todos estos examenes?” I replied, “Tengo que beber una cerveza.” Which I did not.
I did have wine, though. 
In all honesty, it’s huge relief, and I can hardly believe I did it, given I was working one full time job and two part time jobs during the whole deal. No wonder my adrenal glands have taken the royal shit of the century. It’s not the stess in my life that’s the problem. It’s the overwhelming stress that I carry on my back like some paltry female Atlas day after weary day that does me in. But I got a freakin’ four point freakin’ oh, so there is some joy in Mudville. If you ever wanted to know how to swim through quicksand, give me a shout. I’ll tell you what it’s all about, and it ain’t no freakin’ hokey pokey.
I used the word “freakin” three times in the last paragraph. God, it feels good to not have to edit my writing to make sure it’s at a graduate level, complete with endnotes. Freakin’, freakin’, freakin’, freakin’, freakin’! There! I have overcome my fear of redundancy!
Speaking of endnotes, I found a great site about adrenal fatigue and adrenal failure. So I’m off to get that to add to this blog. So good night, ladies and gentlemen, good night.
Congrats on finishing your courses!!!!!