Three more weeks . . . This past week has been rough for me. I have been studying more than I have thought I would be, more than I thought I physically could. What's worse is that even after countless hours staring at the depths of printed text, I still feel like I have not made any significant gain. And then there is time. Time is flying so fast I feel like I am no longer moving. But I am. Trudging wearily, I know my mind will finish this race... But the question is what will be the outcome? Will I stand firm, shouting to the skies in triumph, or will I collapse, never to stand again? Maybe I will fall but then find the courage and strength to pick myself up. Three more weeks . . . This is what I tell myself as I clench my teeth and keep moving. Three more weeks . . . until I know.
Don't worry. The serious tone of this entry won't interfere with the presentation of sweets. Somebody sent me an image of this korean soccer fan. Who needs to buy clothes when national flags can be worn. Thank you Korea. I know there is sweet kimchi in abundance.
