Dear God:
I hate finals week - I actually despise it and wish I could disappear from this campus the way Kit-Kats disappear from their wrappers when I'm around. But thank you for providing me with the strength to overcome the stress of writing my thesis, working two jobs, planning a wedding and saying ta-ta to two of my best friends since they are graduating (Martha, Graber).
I hate that my shoulders hurt from being punctured with a needle multiple times - I hate needles. You know that, God. But thanks for putting me in a country that is relatively free of life threatening diseases (relatively) where I only need vaccinations for typhoid and malaria when I leave.
Lord, all of this writing and lab work is time consuming and stressful - and cuts into my social and sleep time. But, that reminds me. God, you know that I really cannot stand getting less than 5 hours of sleep a night. But somehow, with your strength and my stubborn determination, I have made it to Thursday night/Friday morning and have only one day left of this disastrous week and then I can sleep all the way to South Africa and not worry about protocols, papers, pigs or plasma. Thank you for stubborn parents that drove me crazy but instilled me with a strong work ethic.
That's all for now God - thanks for letting me know how good I have it.
Until next time,
~Buzzard~Labels: grad school, thankful
