Slow Progression

What started out as a hectic week has turned into one of ease, at least so far.  Sunday started out fine until about 4:00pm when I realized that a group project that we thought was due Wednesday was actually due Monday.  I was forced to work hard and fast to come up with a solution.  In the end, though, everything worked out fine, giving me a somewhat decent breath of relief.  But then, lo and behold, I remembered I had a midterm at 5:45.  Of course I haven't been keeping up with the readings, so for five hours I had to quickly scan my textbook before the class started (I ended up doing well, or so I am to believe).  However, today ended up being far more relaxing than I had anticipated, and I feel so utterly calm about the rest of the week.  I managed to keep my calm when interviewing Brazilian students, I stayed awake during my next class, and I was able to discuss the text in my English class.  Tomorrow, I get to listen to a poet for said English class, and the next day I get to listen to a foreign correspondent talk about his book.  I have to say, I am incredibly excited for that day.  It will be cool to hear someone's point of view who is not a normal fiction writer, but a journalist instead.  I want to ask him questions other than, "What personal experiences have gone into writing your novel?"  Hopefully I will actually have the courage to ask something intelligent.