As I'm sitting here getting ready to leave for class, I remembered a book I used to read when I was little- "The little tank engine that could."
I'm still pouting because how fair is it that I have to leave my warm blanket and couch to trek half way across Des Moines in freezing degree temp's to attend class? "I think I can...I think I can... I think I can..."
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