Wednesday morning, I printed out the four pages of my Hebrew final and dug in. We had three and a half hours to take it and I had less than fifteen minutes to spare by the time I turned it in. It was long. It was grueling. But it is done.
In a different format, I might have enjoyed it. As it was, I was counting down the weeks. I’m proud of the accomplishment and I would like to continue learning Hebrew, just at a slower pace with more focus on learning and less pressure for grades.
The final deserved cake, and since my husband’s birthday cake was on the counter, I had some.
Ten classes to go.