This just in...

I passed my comps!!!!!

The news was delivered as follows:

Hey Sarah Beth:

Congratulations! You passed all sections of your exam and are now Master of your own domain. I will get the paperwork organized next week--I think that you need to sign a copy of the form.

Go have a drink.

Jeffrey Scraba

There it is, folks! What else is there to say? Not a lot! It's a feeling like I've never felt before. It's joy unencumbered! Those of you that drink, drink one for me! I am quite happy being "the Master" of my own domain. Teehee!

Freaky Friday!

Happy Halloween! I am really excited about the festivities this year! I am really excited about life in general these days. Tonight I am going to what promises to be a kick-ass throw-down at the Thompson-Clayton house (Like all that sexy hyphenation?). My friends who now live in Nashville will be there. People who I have wanted to meet for a long time will be there. People who have inspirational costumes will be there. People I want to get to know better will be there. Awesomeness will be afoot!

Still no word on how I did on the comps. My breath is bated, but my face is kinda starting to look a little blue.

And the award goes to...

I don't have cancer anymore! The grass is greener, the sky is bluer, and all is as it should be. Everything happens for a reason. I believe that deep down in my heart.

The next few years will include more check-ups than usual, but I will not have to go through cutting on my stuff for quite some time!!!

I don't even know what to say; I am just so happy. I am so very, very, very happy.

Test Day!

Ok, one more cup of coffee, and then I am off to the races! Well, I need to shower first, but then I am gone.

Thanks to everyone who has been calm while I have not.

I wish I could be cool and just do these things without pomp and circumstance. Someone said once that this is just a part of who I am. Sarah Beth freaks out. Maybe that won't always be true. I bet it will be. This energy is a lot of what makes me the me I am, right?

Worrying is an exercise in futility. I will drink my coffee, take my shower, and walk down the street to my test. I will pass and so will this.

Freak-Out pt. 5

This is it! Last day of the freak-out, y'all!

I am going to go to Memphis in just a few short minutes, going to have lunch with some lovely ladies, and going to relax tonight. I am thinking I may try to get to a meeting. I may also sit in my swank room and catch up on Dirty Sexy Money. Who knows?

I do know that I will be looking over my notes tonight. Said I wouldn't, but things change, ya dig?

Aaaahh! It's almost over!

I am so glad the freak-out is almost over. I am exhausted!

Freak-Out pt. 4

OK... Today is the last day of real studying. While I know that I will be doing some looking on Friday, this is the last day where I do it with any real sense of an agenda. I am meeting with a prof to talk about poetry today. I am so grateful for that. I have been reaching to the corners to just talk to people about this stuff. If anyone reading this has been in on the "just talk to me about it" sessions, I cannot thank you enough.

After averaging mid-semester grades, I made an offer to my students that must come have been inspired from the kindness being shown to me lately. I am giving them a 7-day window to turn in everything they might have missed. They get 7 days to bring up their faltering grades, and then the window closes. Think that was big-hearted of me? Well, I certainly do.

My insides are so coffee-stained. If you see me after Saturday, hug me. I know, I don't usually do that sort of thing but do it anyway. I usually know what I need, but I hardly ever seem to know how to ask for it. That knowing part of me is telling whoever is out there, "Give this girl a hug."

Freak-Out pt. 3

Yesterday I worked on an actual question that I had created which is supposed to look like the test I am going to take in just a few short days. After I was fnished looking at the answer, I turned it over to a lady I work with to get her feedback on what I had written. I think writing knowing that it is going to be read helps me write better. That is just a theory. I mean, I am pretty sure that someone reads what I read here, but I don't put as much effort into this as I do for my practice questions. Isn't that how it is supposed to be? Who knows?

I was also insanely busy yesterday, and I think that influences how I write. I only say that because I was talking with my friend Courtney yesterday, and we were talking about anxiety. I really think that I am pretty good with making my nerves work for me. I am starting to tell myself that I will go into that room on Sarurday, and I will force all of these jitters into my fingers and my brain. All that energy has to be good for something. Right?