Expect the expected

I had imagined this moment. I would open the mailbox and pull out an unremarkable letter from Curtin and read it unremarkably. Toss it. And, prosaically write a reply to Neville.

But No. No one taught me to expect the expected.

I ran around the house with a wordless 'aaaaaahh' for about 3 minutes. I've been offered Honors, with prospects of PhD. If i decline, I have the option of graduating with distinctions.

Thank You God. You really did deliver. Just like You said you would. Faithful.