When the going gets tough

I've just arrived from my Physics Laboratory class where I had an exam. I had two exams today, by the way: math and physics, and both were equally tough. I'll have my PE class (which is the popular Pinoy sport called arnis) in a moment, but I'm still wondering if I can manage going there without collapsing. Maybe I'll give my time a break.

It's a miracle--and I say this with much conviction--that this day ended without me getting insane, or has it?

I didn't get much of a sleep last night, it was rather a nap. I went to the University Main Library, that huge, domineering piece of architecture in the middle of the campus, with my brother and Kuya John (who hails from my North Cotabato) to study. You see, for those who haven't discovered it yet, the Lib is so conducive a place for studying that almost all bits of information rush into your head like electromagnetic waves. But there are always exceptions, and I think, to my dismay, that last night was. Maybe it was the Lord's way of jolting me out of pride because I admit that most of the time, I rely on my own abilities, and what He must have wanted to teach me was to depend on Him, even in answering the easiest questions. I tried reviewing the basics of differentiation (I'm taking up Calculus, by the way) and continuity, but there was so much to be done, and over all, I did a half-baked job. But that's beside the point.