Countdown to the worst hour of my life

Please say a prayer for me at 3 p.m. central time. I will be enduring the single worst hour of my LIFE.

All I really want to do is work for a nonprofit that helps people. I would prefer to spend my days giving free hugs. Apparently, my school thinks that to do this I must pass a class learning about assorted methods of quantitative analysis. (So I know how many hugs to give, plus or minus a certain amount, in order for Jane Doe to achieve her maximum utility?) Today my written final for the class lasted roughly 8 hours. If that wasn't fun enough, I have to survive an hour long oral exam for this class that includes topics as delightful as calculus, statistics, and probability. If I wasn't blessed with a mathematically gifted hubby and father-in-law I would have been dead in the water long ago.

Several classmates had their oral finals today. The one woman I bumped into who had taken it had to leave school because she couldn't stop crying.

Awesome.