Testing

So I've got this test coming up called the Qualifying Exam. Basically, it's where they test my ability to withstand grad school/doctoral pressures by quizzing my critical analysis on six books from various times and places of Hispanic literature. Is it okay that there is some minor indignation that I have to take this? Aren't I smart enough that you can see I'll be fine? My older, wiser friends who have passed through this exam say it'll be a breeze for me, and I've believed them up until this point, some two weeks before the exam. What if it's not a breeze for me? What if I lock up and am suddenly inable to communicate thoughts in Spanish, or worse, have no thoughts and opinions on whatever I'm being asked about? Other times I shrug off the responsibility of studying and play Final Fantasy until I have a motion-sickness headache. 'Cause that's a little more rewarding.

Lowered Expectations

Months and months (years?) away from this blog have really changed things. Not necessarily changed things within me, just with the world in general. Is the whole 'blog' thing over? Grandmas have blogs, babies have blogs, dogs have blogs (Give me a minute, I'm still warming up to this and as such jokey blog banter may be a little off). Everybody has a thought and opinion, and it's all on the internet. How are my internal ramblings better/different/more entertaining than hers, his or its?

If you're still there and still reading, keep checking back. I don't have an answer for that last question, but I'm willing to take the trip to find out.