I feel like I’ve had a big test every week for the past month. I’m not that far off, actually. My statistics midterm is tomorrow, and now that I’ve finished the fourth quiz (and covered all of the material that will be on the midterm), I feel much better about it than I did about the calculus exams. We’ll see how I feel when it’s over. Speaking of things being over, I got a B in that calculus course. I’ve never been so happy to see a B. Maybe now I can find my routine again.
I got stood up yesterday by the loan officer from the bank that holds our mortgage. I raced home so I could be there when he called (we want to refinance), sitting down (not in the car) and not distracted, and guess who never called? I was a little annoyed. A lot annoyed. He called this morning to apologize and reschedule for this afternoon. I’ve decided not to hold a grudge. I’m carrying enough of those. How many is enough? Or too many? I only have grudges against three people, and I think they’re justified. I know Margaret agrees. It might be a little immature, and maybe it would be healthier to forgive and forget, but since it doesn’t affect my day-to-day life, do I have to?