This week has been up and down being back at work since going out of town last weekend. It was my first five day week at work in a while, not counting the weeks I was working OT. I had my midterm in my grad school class to take this week which I scheduled for Friday. Having to study for the midterm and knowing it was coming was hanging over my head. Things still worked out by the end of the week though.

I had sent my dad the link to the website for It Might Get Loud a couple of weeks ago. I had heard good things from friends that had gone to see it. My dad dug the trailer, so we were going to go this weekend. The problem came in that the theatre in NOLA with the movie was only going to have it for a week, and it was leaving the theatre on Thursday of this week. I called my dad late Wednesday afternoon and asked if he wanted to go see it. He did, and said he’d get off work at 5:30 and pick me up. The movie was awesome. It was so interesting seeing where the three guys came from as far as their guitar playing, and seeing pictures and video of them when they were just starting out was cool. One of the highlights was seeing a very young U2 playing Street Mission. Also how each of them got some of their most well known guitars was cool. I’m really glad we got to go see it together. Not sure if my dad will want to listen to White Stripes now, but at least we got to talk about them.

Thursday was just a bad day. Maggie, my iPod nano, died suddenly on my way to work. The last two songs she played were Hurt by Johnny Cash and Oh My Sweet Carolina by Ryan Adams. A fitting end now that I look back on it. I was so freaked out about my midterm and having to study, that I left work at lunch to come home and study. My lost night of studying on Wednesday and then plans to go to a concert on Thursday added up to high stress. I studied all afternoon, and committed several acronyms and vocab words to memory. I ended up skipping the concert on Thursday night, which was a blessing in disguise. The hassle/disappointment ratio was so high that the only way the show would have been worth going to would be if Paul McCartney or someone showed up to play half the show. I knew if I went that I’d just be thinking about my midterm and how I should be studying. I didn’t realize how much I would appreciate crossing that off my list of things to get done.

Friday I woke up and went in to work dreading the test. I had scheduled to take it at 10, but emailed the guy in HR who is my proctor and rescheduled for 1. When I finally went to take the test, I crushed it. If it would have been a fight they’d have had to pull me off. I was the Drago to the test’s Apollo Creed. I was the Patriots and the test was the Titans. It was 15 question short answer and we had an hour to finish it. I was done in 35 minutes. My hand hurt from writing so much so fast. I filled each page with writing. The prof hopefully sees that I knew what I was talking about and more. Some of the stuff I studied wasn’t even on the test, and I could have explained that too! I probably won’t get my grade back until next week, but I feel really good about it. Maybe grad school isn’t so bad after all.