Eight days.

That's all I have left in the semester, eight days. Two tests, a homework assignment, a lab and the third (and final) part of a class project, and I'm done with this summer semester. I cannot tell you what has made this semester, these particular classes, so difficult and ridiculous; but trust me when I say that this has most likely been the worst semester I've ever had.

I'm fortunate in the fact that my family has worked rather well to ensure that I've got the time that I need to get things done. As an adult, with a full time job, two kids and a husband, it is not easy to carve out time to study and do homework, but the children have obligingly agreed to sleep on a mostly regular schedule, and they have grudgingly agreed to take naps on the weekends. Mike takes them whenever I really need him to, and in doing all of this, I have managed to worm my way through the past 11 weeks.

Pray for me. The first final is tomorrow.