This may be my worst productivity day ever since starting this process a few months ago. Last night I dreamed that I got a 70 on BEC, but that my state board bumped it up to a 78 so I passed. But even that was stressful. I'm not the kind of guy that has “stress dreams” but I guess this test has brought me to that level.
In order to vent some of this frustration and nervous energy, on my first and possibly last post, I will now appeal to God and Santa Klaus:
Dear God and Santa (and Mother Nature):
As this year draws to a close, please throw me some luck, and let the BEC results be a pass. If you do this for me, I promise to be a better father and husband, I promise to have more time for family, church, work, and other good things. Santa, I won't eat your milk and cookies that my kids leave out for you, at least not all of them. Mother Nature, I'll tend to my front yard again, I may even visit you in the mountains from time to time, during this process I've forgotten what you look like.
Do me this favor, and I won't ever forget it.
Sincerely,
Me.
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