Diameters

In this post I shall demonstrate the highly intellectual study of the Em-Diameter. That is what it is called now. Normally I refer to it as "my diameter," however, in an intellectual post it ought to have an intellectual name, and that is the best I can do on short notice. This is a theory developed by yours truly. It involves the diameter of space in which people feel comfortable moving their arms.

Let me clarify.

Some people of big diameters:

Note the outstretched arms, the full circle of width, the joyous expression. Some people have large diameters and that's wonderful. 

Other people have small diameters:

These people's expressions of excitement will look something more like this. Please note, the still joyous facial expression. This is also perfectly acceptable. 

And then there are people like her: 

No comment.

You may ask how the knowledge of said diameter is of use for any practical application. Let me explain. Knowledge of your diameter can be both enlightening and edifying. You will feel exuberant as you breach your diameter in a moment of pure confidence. Try it sometime. Spread open your arms and burst through a set of doors with one true blow. However, I recommend starting slow. Pushing yourself too far can have a disastrous affect on your mental stability. It will lead to questioning your very identity. Therapy will be necessary. Let me refer you to our local therapy expert: stop by and ask for Ally sometime.  (Disclaimer: she will probably only tell you that you need therapy, so if you're looking for more than that please see an actual therapist. Which Ally is not.) 

In other words, your diameter can be the object of much self discovery. It is at least as valuable, and probably more so, than many personality quizzes to be found on the Internet. Let me remind you that the theory of diameters is still under much research, and subject to change. If you are interested in furthering this science please contact me. I will be very interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter. (Please do not contact however if you intend to express undo bias towards diameters that have a tendency to either extreme. All diameters are beautiful. Do not discriminate against people of the opposite size diameter than yourself. Such attitudes are unwanted. Thank you very much.)

Finals.

So Finals. The last six days are upon us. We are eagerly anticipating Summer. We are scrambling to memorize notes and learn syllogisms. We are writing in blue-books and trying not to hyperventilate thinking about tests. Why am I taking the time to write a blog post then, when I clearly haven't had time for the past couple weeks? Why now, during the ominous week of finals? Balance, my young friend, balance. That's what finals week is all about. Study, take a test, relax and recover, and repeat. I'm in the recovering from a test stage so I need to spend some time regaining focus and re-motivating myself. The end is in sight.
This is the first finals week where I've been able to get into a more balanced schedule (granted, I've only had two in college) however, the last one was awful. I didn't realize till the Friday of finals week that I was fourteen hours behind on work, so in addition to my regular nine a week, I was catching up on those fourteen. Finals week was a blur to me. I honestly don't remember much about it, except the day in the middle where I was getting lunch and Dr. Cuddeback came and said hi to me. I might have told this story before, but it is worth retelling with the context of finals. The way the conversation went was "Hi Emily, how are finals going for you?" A very flustered and nervous wreck of an Emily answered (now, I want you to picture a sleep deprived, shaking, wide eyed girl who was splitting her time between working fourteen hours and three days and trying to study, okay, got that phantasm firmly cemented in your little noggin?) "Oh dear, well good, that is, I JUST CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO BE OVER AND I'M JUST PRETENDING IT ISN'T HAPPENING." Dr. Cuddeback "...well don't ignore finals." At which I felt very embarrassed and promptly dropped my soup and he cleaned it up for me.
I can thankfully say that I am not a nervous wreck this time round. At least, relatively so. It's nice being able to relax and breathe and then study hard because I have taken that good break and feel refreshed. Yesterday we went swimming in the river and it was such a good way to break up the afternoon between studying theology and studying more theology (I had a theology exam this morning.)
So yeah. Finals. That's happening.