40 Days

Left in the desert known as MSM.
If Jesus could do it...can't I?
I mean, those Israelites wandered around for 40 years, I can last about 40 more days right?
Not in any way do I think I'm Jesus or an Israelite in the Bible, but I feel as though I am doing my share of wandering through the rough times at the moment.
On my way down to the Mitzi Newhouse Pavilion (oh honey please...that is a fancy name for the shittiest cafeteria known to man housed in the lower level of MSM) I realized that I only had 40 days (well 42) left in this hell-hole. I wondered, as I wandered, if Jesus was tested and left out in the desert for 40 days and came out OK couldn't I?
One of my teachers today pointed out that we only have 4 classes left. It made it sound so doable. The class is extremely painful, but I could have a little countdown and let that be one of my goals. All I have to do is sit in that horrible classroom that smells like a gym locker room (because they have classes in there all day and the school is not well ventilated...I am sure that we all may die of asbestos poisoning...but that my dears is beside the point) 4 more times plus the final exam. I thought about changing my ticket to the 18th of December so that I wouldn't have to sit in there for the final exam and could take it early. That sounds nice to me. However, I might get some kind of satisfaction by completing it to the bitter...oh so not bitter end.
Why is it called bitter end? I can't think of anything less bitter than being finished here. Maybe it should be glorious end to a bitter situation. Yes. That's it.
Well, here I go to wander like Jesus.