I just finished one of the most stressful, frustrating, tiring and gut wrenching weeks of my life thus far, an exam on Monday, a presentation later in the week in which a 5PM meeting with the professor on Tuesday told us to do more research. We did hours of research, which lasted until one PM on Thursday. Thursday night we finalized the PowerPoint and quickly went over our presentation. Come this morning at 11AM we were giving our presentation. I did not feel prepared at all! Reading papers to present on research that others had completed, I felt I knew nothing. In the moments before class I felt I could lose my breakfast. My mom put it best that morning. She told me that I was the one that knew the information the best and that I would be fine. She spoke a lot of truth into my life. I’m so blessed because of her. My performance today does not, I repeat, does not , define me. I’m worth so much more and however this semester turns out I am still Charissa, a child of His. It’s not a def...