Somebody up there loves me...or it's the luck of the Irish

because I was exempt from my final Business Law exam...and, I was pulled over by a cop on the way home, a white one nonetheless, for speeding (doing 50 in a 35), and let off with a warning. ahhh..thank you Lord. That's one less worry on my mind...now for my accounting exam Monday...I probably won't be so lucky. Wanna called me at 12:30 last night asking if I wanted to work a group for 10 this morning...I hesitated, but I could really use the money right now so I said yes. Well, when I got there, the orginal slim shady Jerrod was working the group as well. I'm like okay, the tension has slacked off quite a bit, but I still don't like being around him. I surprised myself by not really caring that he was a foot away from me. No words were exchaged, he was like a stranger on the bus. It didn't bother me as much as I assumed it would. Even the things I've been hearing don't phase me like it did at first, like most gossip, goes through one ear and out the other. Well I'm off to