(I don't really have a good name for this post)

Good Morning!! This has been a pretty great week. I'm still sick and that's no fun, but I've been reading great books, spent a lot of time with friends, and went to training for my new job!! Of course, being sick is not optimal, but it's ruined enough of my weeks this year, and I am stubbornly refusing it any more x)

Being a Christian at Easter-time means a lot of things. This is, to me, the most meaningful celebration of the year, because it represents the time that, not only did Jesus come alive again, but the way was paved for my eventual spiritual birth as well. It's a time to ponder the fact that if Jesus did not die, sacrificing all, nothing about my life would be the same. So it follows that this would be a time of rejoicing in my life, as well as a time of sorrow and realization of the great torture that was borne for me. Kinda puts you in the mood.
  My pastor has been preaching for the last few Sunday evenings on the events leading up to the Cross. On the 6th, his topic was the Garden of Gethsemane and Jesus's trial before Pilate, which I have heard and read for myself countless times. But something about the trial really came alive for me that night. I could envision it as I have never been able to before. These were real men, real words spoken. When I got home, I had to write it down before I forgot. This is what I'm presenting before you today. It may not be any good - actually, it's probably not. But it'll give you an idea of what was going on in my head, as far as I could express it with words.

Life Goes On...

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

Life is going on. In the past several days, I've felt a strange sense of anxiety. ACTs are coming up in a few days, and I must admit, I've spent more time worrying about the test than preparing for it. The weekend was a bit of relief from three very full days of school.
That's the other thing about me. (I know what you're thinking. Maggie, you keep saying that and I don't know if you're trying to be funny or not, but it's just coming across as annoying. I know that. I'm just super forgetful. That's another thing abou- Oh. Right.) I have an extreme case of a mild malady: Procrastination. And homeschooling doesn't help. It's pretty convenient for me to take it easy the first half of the week, then work my tail off trying to get my school done during the last half. You'd thing I'd figure out how to not have to do it that way, but no.

So where was I? ACT. Panic. Procrastination. Never trust a plastic hippo. Right.

So there I was at 10:30 on Saturday night, trying to finish chemistry. And here I am right now, blogging, after having done school and managing to get a hefty bit of ACT prep done. (is it even legal to put those kinds of math problems in a high-school test?!) The difference between the way I felt then and the way I feel now is evocative of the height difference between my friend Kate and a tall person. Basically a HUGE difference. (analogies aren't my thing; sorry Kate:/)
On Saturday I was panicked, harried, agitated, pressured, anxious, at wit's end, beset, distressed, harassed, hard-pressed, troubled, besieged, you get the picture. Not happy. Today, I am quite contented, knowing all that I have been able to accomplish in a few short hours. Okay, a lot of hours.