Coming off of last week…I knew I needed to prepare myself for this one. Every day I had something due, I had practice four mornings this week, and on Friday afternoon I had my first stats test. So, I dubbed this week “focus week.” All of my friends made fun of me, because my away message for an entire week said “focus week,” but I was not messing around, I was on a mission and I did not want to stray from my goals. My big issue was the stats test I had on Friday. I was scared, and when I say scared, I mean petrified. My professor had informed us that tests are usually a learning experience and most people don’t finish her, and most people do not get A’s. This was supposed to make me feel better how? Thursday afternoon comes and my brain hurt, I was itching to see the sun, because I was inside all day studying. It was getting to the point where I was not retaining anything; I was just staring at the pages wishing that I could fast-forward to Saturday, or at least Friday at 2:00PM. I went out to the courtyard outside my room, and starting to review outside. There was a lot of activity around me, and I realized that I had completely forgotten about my residence hall barbeque. All residence assistants (RA’s) are required to have a certain amount of activities planned for the dorm, and a barbeque sometime towards the beginning of the semester usually occurs. You may be thinking just what I needed…something to distract me from my focus…but really…I was thinking, just what I need, some Scranton cookies. I always joke that I came to Scranton because they have good cookies here, but you know, sometimes, I am a bit serious. They are delicious. When you come up to visit the school…steal some for later, put them in your pockets, in your mom’s purse...ok, I am getting carried away, but they are good. So, after I filled my tummy with cookies, I decided maybe I was ready for this test. Enter: smart stats student from my class, who immediately starts talking about the test. All of a sudden, I think I know nothing and begin to panic. My heart was racing. I felt so silly. Here I am a big, bad senior, and I am scared of a test. Just when I thought I would pass out from the stress, my phone rang. It was my best friend from Notre Dame, Kevin. I, of course, am always excited to talk to him, but this phone call was extremely exciting because we planned a time for me to come and visit him…which is something I should have done years ago, but of course, time got away from me and I never did. After hanging up the phone, I was calm, cool, and collected. I was ready to face statistics with a brave face…and maybe even do well. So, looking back, what did I learn? Well, I learned that one moment can be a turning point in your day. In my case two moments (the wonderful cookies and a great phone call). How did the stats test go? Well, I didn’t finish it…and I am sure I did not get an A, but all in all, I feel pretty confident (and I am praying for a curve)!