Monday It is finally…over. Two of the hardest, back to back terms I have ever experienced. A’s in every single class. Even my grammar class! I couldn’t believe it! Although, I kind of suspect the professor was giving them out for effort. I thought I was going to be good to get out of that one with a C! But the last test was graded today and I had a 97% final grade. Wooh…time for a break. I get 3 weeks now. Then I start again. Two literature classes this time – something called “Dramatic Literature” (whatever that is – maybe plays?) and World Literature. My favorite professor, the one who told me that she was quite certain I could make it in college based on my email to her telling her I didn’t think I could do this when I about fainted looking at my first syllabus is teaching one of them. And then I’ll have her again for another class that starts in March. I received an email about graduation exercises the other day. But I think it was just sent to me
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."