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Well, the walking pneumonia is hovering at the same level. Fun with breathing through a pool of goo in my lungs. The inhaler helps, but in very limited duration. It seems as if there's a switch inside of me that keeps track of the time. Once 1:30pm hits, I have trouble ceasing to cough. Fun with rattling wheezes. Perhaps tomorrow I'll either go back to the campus health center or to my own doctor.
On the positive side, I gave my HIS252 Presentation today. Despite running on half spoons and little preparation beyond putting together a handout and thinking in depth about my topic, I still got an A+. My paper had an A+ too. It puffs up my ego that my professor, a man who has visited monastaries in Japan and Korea and given talks in a number of locations in Asia has called my paper, "profound." I've somehow managed to get the same grades on all five tests. That means that the only remaining requirement for me to achieve an A in the class is to show up on time and be attentive to my classmates' presentations.
Up until this point, the bulk of my effort had been towards this class. I haven't been slacking in my others, but they haven't taxed me in the same way. I like that HIS252 had a different arc of activity than the others. As my other classes move into crunch time, my toughest class is already effectively out of the way. I dragged my body through the wringer to get to this point, but I've learned a lot from it.
Thankfully, I have a weekend off from the little one this weekend. This time I won't have my project and presentation hanging over my head. I still have another short paper to write and some pictures I ought to take, but things aren't nearly as rushed as they were for the past few weeks. The semester isn't over, but the most challenging of my classes might as well be.
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