Not panicking. At all. Not even a little.
Master Fuzzy Slippers and others at the dojang are making it clear that my performance has not been adequate lately and that I must work hard to improve. During the next two weeks, I have to grade a crapload of student work, complete an incredibly difficult paleography course, take a grueling final exam for said course, and do the 10,000 little things that one must always somehow do in order to finish out a school year.
And I have to find a job, despite having no reliable transportation.
This is me not panicking.
What? You aren't convinced? Whyever not?