I had my first real mid-term yesterday, and boy howdy did it kill me. I have been studying really hard for this test and I still pretty much failed it (the multiple choice). However, I did really well on the writter portion which makes up 50% of the test. We had to write about the 2nd Aliyah and the Wahabiya movement started by Muhammad ibn Abd al-Wahhab, so... now you understand why I did so crappy on the multiple choice, I can only contemplate so many Muhammads before I explode. But, with the curve i might pull out a "B." Be can pray... so let it be... amen.

I'm trying to think of something profound to say.... Nothing is really coming to me.

Life is going normally, I do things... My 23rd Birthday is tomorrow and I will celebrate it by going to school, most likely taking a nap, and then going to work. I think I'm beginning to lose my touch in my old age.

Work is going good... I don't really do much but I get to talk to a bunch of people, make all sorts of absurd comments, and sit around and draw. I've decided that if any one gets caught for cheating at the testing center, they deserve to get kicked out of school. Because honestly, I don't pay attention at all. They would have to be so ridiculously obvious for me to catch them it would be just plain silly. Although, I'm sure there are those of us at teh testing center who take our jobs very seriously... luckily just not on my shift.

School is doing great, I have a couple of tests coming up in the next couple of weeks. I think that I will do alright, all things considered. I have named this Semester Codename: 4.0
That means that I am, most likely going to have to study a little bit. It's a tough life that I live. I just hate the first test of the semester, cause you never know what to expect. Anyways... this is my life...