phooey

I think I have done something horribly, horribly wrong. I fly out for Chad at 12:40pm Friday the 15th of December. I have a final exam scheduled from 10:30-12:30 that day. The exam? A workshop of our final papers. Here is where I am mentally beating myself up and trying to get up the guts to approach prof of said class and beg for her grace--again--and hope that she does not slit my throat then and there.

Oh God, be with me!