Maestro, play me my endgame theme soundtrack.
Tomorrow is the day of my graduation presentation, and that silly rhyme is still the only thing I love about it. Today was spent almost entirely in preparation for it, yet I feel like I may be worse off than if I just chilled for the day. I’m stressing myself up, which is bad. My mentor is also stressing me up, but he’s doing it in the right way for the right reasons. To honor his efforts I will have to make sure I don’t boil over until after I’m done.
The research I’ve done over the past four months will be a large part of the jury’s verdict, but I have no idea how the presentation and follow-up discussion factors into things. Psychologically speaking, they’ll weigh pretty heavy, since it’s my “first impression” with them, and the closest thing in time to their deliberation.
There’s a twenty-minute time limit. Luckily, I just timed myself with the new presentation flow and got around fifteen minutes, as opposed to the earlier twenty. So no need to rush, I can take my time and not freak out over minor hick-ups. Not to mention I fully expect to graduate, so I guess it’s really just the grade I’m stressing over, which doesn’t sound much like me? Gotta keep up that average though.
Pray for my safe return, brethern and sistern, for when I do the mead will flow bountifully.