going nuts

so after yesterday's fiasco involving a pe final you would think that i regained my sanity and have moved on with life...not quite. it is only at this time of the year that i comfortably roam the earth with a broken out face, yellow teeth, coffee breath, malnutritioned, with dirty clothes on and honestly feel damn good about myself. at any other moment, one of these things would disturb me. i might have a pity party or four and sit around "woe is meing." yes dear friends it is moments like these where it becomes transparent why i am in school. it is not about who like me or who doesn't, what rumors are circling, or even learning. it becomes clear that i am in school to get As. now some of you may not have been expecting that epiphany, but that's what it's about. some of my colleagues take the 50 cent/Malcolm X approach to finals(By any means necessary, get As or die trying), but I choose the Jamiroquai way of things and go virtually insane. It is driving me nuts and as much as I would like to say that I hate living on the brink of insanity. There is a sweet joy of knowing I have and will always survive these things. Stresses beyond academia would probably kill me. This is my only domain of conquer. All other facets of life conquer me or at least beat me down a little. School is a worthy adversary of mine. I have learned the art of war in the classroom. (Yeah, I might be thinking too much. But this joint is called going nuts!)