One Big Wrap-Up

I know that I said I wasn’t going to post everything in one post, but to be honest, I have not found the time to sit down and write. Trying to squeeze this in while trying to finish so many things and prepare for this weekend is pushing my limits. So the only thing that I know to do- before I forget what it is that I wanted to say- is to post everything  in one post.

Bad News and God News

My children should never have to see me cry the way was crying yesterday.  It just isn’t right.  But in that brief moment of my 17 year old with his arm around me, rocking me, as he held a cool wash cloth to my head, I thought, “This is how my Mom felt as I did the same thing.”  I felt helpless, but loved at the same time.

Watercolor Ponies

One day, I'll look down and his hand will no longer be in mine.

There is a line from the song, “Watercolor Ponies,” that says, “They look a little less like little boys every day,” and it brings a tear to my eye.  I was at church this morning and we are celebrating graduates.   Two of these young men were barely in middle school when we first started attending the church we attend now.  It has been so wonderful watching them grow into godly young men.  But, all this made me start to think…

One of those mornings

Perhaps I shouldn’t have teased my child so much when he complained of being sick earlier this week.  All week I’ve fought off what I at first thought was asthma.  By Wednesday night, I went to sleep in tears because I hurt so bad.  Then came last night and the worst possible thing that could have happened… did.

So much to do, and so little time

I can hardly believe that another semester has come and gone by (or is about to go by).  I spoke with one of my professors earlier this week and I when the words came out of my mouth, I could hardly believe I had been the one speaking them.  I only have 2 more semesters until I do my Pre-Clinical and after that comes Clinical and graduation!  It seems rather surreal to be speaking of graduating college, something that I have put off for nearly 20 years!  But I suppose that the Lord knows when the timing is right, and I do not.  I needed to first mature before He could properly use me and I needed to put my priorities into order.  I told my professor that I have a very important decision to make and I need to pray about these next two semesters.  For myself, do I take the easy route and complete my Clinical at the school I would love to work at and where I know everyone?  Or, do I go to the school that is in the greatest need for teachers who care and can mentor students who NEED the support of a caring adult?  I wanted to teach because I want to make a difference.  But who needs me the most?

In the meantime, I know that my chances for making the Dean’s List this semester are long gone.  I opted to not stress the small stuff and to do my best without placing so much on myself.   I hated doing that to myself last semester, especially after working so hard to maintain a 3.5 gpa across the board only to have it dashed by a group project where we received a poor grade.  That alone brought my gpa down to 3.4562, and you need a 3.5 to make the list.  They don’t round up!  Imagine, missing by .0038.  It’s just sad.

Speaking of group projects, I have mine due on Tuesday.  I have yet to finish my part of the assignment.  I thought at first that the assignment would be easy, but the more I learn, the more complicated it became.  How hard could it be to try and replicate the garments worn my Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn?  VERY!  So I’m hoping to get those finished up by the end of the weekend.

On top of that, I’m trying to finish writing my paper on the etymology of daisy.  I have no clue where to start and I’ve changed my outline 4 different times.  It was due last Friday.  I will be lucky to have it completed by tomorrow.  Plus the professor sent out our final chapter test.  No regular test this time.  Instead we have 5 difficult questions to answer, whereby we will analyze the language changes in the passages provided, comparing the differences between grammar construction of the Early Modern English to that of the Modern English today.  Did I mention I haven’t been in school for the last 20 years and grammar has since flown out of my brain?

Well, I need to finish up all these projects.  Until Later…..