So begins another finals week.

I have been feeling the pressure for the last week or two already... but now it is starting to build up pretty good.  It's a solid sort of pressure... kind of below and above me... hard to pin-point, exactly.  Yet another kind that I will need to buckle down to make it through alright.

I don't think that the quantity or quality of what I have due is particularly astounding by any measure.  Not any more than my own standards of excellences are concerned anyway.  But I do feel a bit of the pressure from the level of expectation from at least one of my teachers.  This is a good thing for me, though, as I often don't feel like I am challenged by their expectations very much.  Nothing against them.  I just need to feel like the possibility of failure is real... and now(even though literal failure is nowhere in sight) the prospect of a potential "B" grade is driving me to work harder to avoid it than I normally do.  Fun times.

So... This necessitates, as was stated in last night's entry, a fairly speedy departure from my recreational writing activities this week.  Unless I have a particularly emotional experience that needs some release I expect this week to be a pretty dry one.

Maybe I'll try to find some of my concise humor bits to share... if that really is such a thing that exists for me to share in the first place.  Well, it's worth trying to find I guess.  Gotta keep all three people who read this(other than the future me) entertained somehow.