So I know you all have been waiting with baited breath to hear about my tests. I finished the last one at about 8:30 this morning. After a week or so or cramming non-stop math into my head. I am finally finished. I feel like I did okay. I am certain I did better that 16 and 18 percent. I am guessing that I got C’s on both tests. Which should be enough to pull my grade up to a D at least.

Ready for Satan’s next road block? I went for a grad check immediately after taking the last exam. They told me that as of December, you need a C to pass this class, rather than a D. D is what I was aiming for (which is sad, I know), and I am not sure if I will earn a C or not. I am praying that my professor is lenient enough to allow me a C, even though I initially failed. I am hoping I can convince the college to allow me to do SOMETHING in case I don’t get a C. I am just hoping a praying.

Why am I hoping and praying so hard? Because this past week I was offered a job. An amazing job, exactly what I want to do, if I could get past this class. Please keep t his situation is your prayers guys. And thanks for all of your support these past couple of weeks.

So I wanted to share with you some of the things that have been happening to me in the past 24 hours. Some of this is stuff I never thought I would be sharing via internet with thousands six people. It’s sort of long, but try to stick with me. It’s good.

I have been working for the past year or so to complete my Sociology degree. I already have a basic degree, based solely on credit hours, but not a degree in anything. My reason for having a degree in nothing is math. I am not exactly a math person. I failed a Statistics class. My last semester of college, I got sick and had to have surgery and I was out of classes for like, 3 weeks. I couldn’t catch up in math, so I failed. (I hate failure.)

For the past year, between working full time and all sorts of other fun stuff, I have been taking this math class again online. I was doing well enough, and finished up my last test in December. I was excited to have a degree in something, instead of nothing.

Since I was finished with the class, I started applying places. Going on job interviews for social work positions. I was excited. I had an interview yesterday morning that went amazingly well. They started calling my references and checking me out, so I am getting a little bit of confidence that they are going to offer me this job.

I had a great day and I was very excited. I went home from work last night and grabbed the mail. The bottom fell out. I had a letter from the college I am taking this class at. I failed. I failed my class. I got a 59%. I needed a 60% to get my degree and get this job. I couldn’t believe that I missed my dream career by 1%.

I started sobbing hysterically, because I am a girl and that’s what we do. I just freaked out. I called my husband and had him come home from a school event that he was at. He came home immediately, because he is an amazing man. He calmed me down and helped me email the professor to see if there was anything at all I could do.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and blow my nose and whatnot. And in there, I looked at myself in the mirror. And I don’t know where it came from, but I remembered something I read in my Bible the day before. It went, “God is there, ready to help; I am fearless no matter what.” I kept saying it. A lot. And I prayed. And I told myself that God is there and in control and He is always going to do what is best for me.

The second I walked out of the bathroom (seriously the exact second), my phone rang. It was my professor. He told me that he was going to talk to the college and see if I could retake the final two tests that I scored badly on. He offered to help me and send me a study guide so I could pass this time. He called again this morning and they are going to let me take my tests again next week. He will grade them immediately, so I will be able to take this job if it is offered.

I feel like I already passed a test. I had faith in God, even when I didn’t have faith in myself. And look at what He did for me.

So I have these tests coming up. I could use prayers and a Statistics tutor and a few more hours in the day. But either way, I am pretty sure I am going to be ok.

This is a pretty exciting day for me…I am going to mark it down in my book of things to thank Him for when I get up there.

That’s about it.

OH! I finished my model car engine! I will post a picture soon.

ALSO! I am writing a book. I finished two chapters this week. I am fairly certain it will end up on Oprah’s book club.

Have a fantastic weekend.

You are being warned. This is about to get very nerdy.

So I decided that I needed a hobby. Well, it was decided for me that I needed a hobby. My husband plays video games. A lot. And he gets annoyed with my bored sighs constantly. So he decided that I should have a hobby. I agree, because I hate being bored. So I looked at my options. I can already knit, and it’s not fun. I could do puzzles, but I am not 74 years old. I can’t really draw or paint or sculpt. I could (and do…often) read, but I go through books so quickly that they don’t last long enough. So what is left to do? Well, I like to build stuff. I like cars. Do any of you see where this is going?

Yes. Model cars! This is so awesome! For me anyway. This way, I can build super awesome cars, ones that I can’t actually afford to buy. And paint them whatever color I want. And it takes forever, so I will not finish it quickly. And when I am done, I will have a tiny, awesome car. And one day, when  I have an office, I can put them on display, like my friend Timm. I decided to start out with a 1970 Boss Mustang. Which is a fantastic car. Almost as cool as the 1969 Mustang Mach-1…but hey, they didn’t have one of those.

I will show you a picture when it is done. It will be awhile. I am still figuring out how to  do this whole thing. Any of you like to build these tiny cars? No? No tips for me at all? Well, what is your hobby then?

P.S. I am so excited about this. If you make fun of me, I may glare at you.

Sorry that I have been a bit lax with the updates these past couple of weeks. I have had a lot on my plate. But that is no excuse for neglecting you, dear readers. Let me tell you a bit about what has been going on.
Like many people right now, I have been laid off from my job. My company decided to move our whole office out of state. So myself, along with all of my co-workers, are being laid off. Now, God has been taking care of me, and I would be really dumb for not telling you how amazing He has been. My last day of work was supposed to be December 19. I am still there and have at least two more weeks left, as far as I know. How fantastic is that? That is a month of paychecks I didn’t know I would have. It still surprises me (probably because I am human and I sill grasp to understand the depths of His power and love) that even in the difficult times, God finds a way to show Himself to me in wonderful ways.
So I have been going on interviews all over the place (ask me about the one at the “pleasant little church” in Plant City) and sending my resume out to anybody who will take it. Some have gone well. Some very much haven’t. I am pretty much just hanging in there, waiting. That’s how it goes. At least I am getting interviews. Some people I work with aren’t even getting that. But I believe it is going to be okay.
So I want to ask you guys something. I don’t like to do this a lot, but it’s my blog, so HA! Anyway, my coworkers and I need prayers. And jobs. How about prayers for jobs? You know my story, but I have coworkers with mortgages and kids and bills and siblings and all sorts of responsibilities. We could all use your prayers, because not all of my coworkers have faith in God, and to them, this situation probably seems pretty hopeless right now.
So anyway, thanks guys. You are all awesome. Keep your fingers crossed that some of these interviews will turn into a job for me! Maybe next time I post, it will be about my fabulous career as a…