Some days you really need to study. Some days a friend really needs to talk.
Some days your three hours of study time disappear in two hours of conversation.
Some days you really want to make brownies or something with sugar or something just really, really sweet. Some days your body hates the things you really want.
Some days you make them anyway and your apartment smells like heaven all day.
Some days you want to cut class. Some days you think you probably should in order to study.
Some days you don’t and you realize you wanted to come just because you wanted to say the Apostle’s Creed like you always do.
Some days you think you’re going to fail the drive test. Some days you think you should cope with coffee or excuses or something equally artificial.
Some days you drive your best and make a friend.
Some days you try to study. Some days your mind says “Nope.”
Some days you pretend that you’re okay with failure even when you’re not.
Some days you meet a friend. Some days a friend buys you coffee.
Some days you get coffee when you least expect it and everything is wonderful.
Some days you think you’re going to fail the test you couldn’t study for. Some days you sit and talk to a friend because that’s what is needed. Some days you go to class instead of cutting it to study. Some days a creed means more to you than normal. Some days you find out things you didn’t want to know. Some days you find out things you truly needed to know.
Some days you ace your test, find a friend, sip a coffee, sing a song, learn a truth, gain a hug. Some days you don’t learn about the grace of God. Some days you do.
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