This weekend I made a difficult decision. I have decided that instead of making my life and the lives of my children miserable by pushing through to graduate in December, I will go ahead and stretch this thing out to the Spring.
I really hated doing it, but the whole decision is based on the plan thing.
Every time I throw my plans in the mix with God's, something goes wrong. I knew God wanted me to go back to school and graduate, but He didn't give me a timeline. I gave myself a timeline.
Big mistake.
This summer I had to take 4 classes while my kids are out of school. I ended up with one class finished, one class with a Satisfactory Progress (basically giving me time to finish observations later) and one class withdrawn, and the other class I can hopefully get caught up in since I don't have to worry about the other one anymore. It was a seriously bad idea to try to push through these classes this summer.
Between going to camp with Micah, Tony's umpire schedule, the kids being home ALL THE TIME and me trying to keep my MS under control, this whole summer has been a disaster. When I finish, I hope my GPA isn't terrible.
I kept telling myself that I had to do this because graduation was so important in December. I wanted to finish by the end of the year so I could go on to the next step as soon as possible. I begged God to tell me what the next step was since graduation was so close. I had my plans in place and told God that I needed Him to fall in line with me again.
Well, we all know how that works out.
When I made the decision to withdraw from the course this summer, I knew that meant that I would have to wait to graduate. I hated doing it, but I also didn't want to just fail because of a class that I knew so much about the subject matter. It was a basic computer course. I'm pretty sure Becca could pass that class. It wasn't the difficulty, it was the time. I just didn't have it.
The thing is, as soon as I made this decision to just withdraw and take the W, positive things started to fall into place. My schedule for the fall semester now looks far more manageable. I still have the financial aid coming in that I've already accepted, but instead of having a small balance that we had no idea how it was going to fit into the budget, we now have enough to help out with some bills that we didn't know how they were going to get paid.
Spring looks promising. I only have a couple of classes that I moved over there. They will be simple to do one at a time and I can just get everything done without stress. That will be nice. I am sure my GPA will look better at the end now (not that it actually matters to anyone but me, but I'm happy about this).
I don't like this decision, but I have this peace knowing that it will be best. My plans stunk. God took over.
Story of my life.
