It’s a day of reckoning. If I pass this exam, I pass 18391 (with a D), and my life continues on track.
If not, the plans change. Either I take a 5th year, or I change my track. The 5th year seems unlikely (a money issue), but I suppose it’s possible. Either way, the “plan” is finally dismantled. The track that fits so well with my double major, the track that sends me on a course through academia and research hospitals, the track that I envision qualifying me to do so much particular good for the world—well, my train would be off that track.
This is one of those fork-in-the-road moments, I suppose.
I am confident I can get at least a 40. The remaining 60 or 70 (extra credit included) points are up in the air. I am not pulling a “modest” (read: lying) Asian here: I legitimately have no idea if I can get more than 40%. I need ~65%.
And it’s going to be God, and Ben Cowley’s tutelage, and this Underground coffee, and some serious God. No fear! Though brain may fail me, and “R”s assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole.
Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.
