So You're Saying There's a Chance . . .

After numerous phone calls, a hundred miles, and $25, it looks as though I may graduate on time after all!

Today was a whirlwind of hits and misses. I was redirected to about ten different people before a nice, young girl in the Graduate Advising office suggested that if I were to book it to Denton (an hour away) and submit a "good" letter explaining why I missed the graduation application deadline, I might be considered for the December graduation.

Of course, this call happened at 2:00 p.m. and the office closed at 5:00 p.m.

So, after quickly penning a letter describing my naiveté, Micah's sacrifices, and the current economic crisis facing our nation, my mom, Grant, and I piled in the car and headed to Denton. God definitely blessed us with few lights, little traffic, and a front-row-Joe parking spot.

It took visits to four different offices and conversations with six different people to finally get my application on file.

Before leaving the Graduate Advising office I asked the fresh-faced college student behind the counter, "When will I know whether or not I have been accepted for graduation?"

His less than thrilling response was, "Actually, we only contact you if there is a problem processing your application. So basically, no news is good news."

Really? No news is good news. This must be one of those rare occasions where this is true.

Needless to say, I am planning to do the "adult" thing (as Micah would say) and follow up on my graduation status in a week or so.

The Best Laid Plans

For the past 18 months I have working on my Masters of Education degree. I am currently in my last semester taking my final two courses. Today I learned that I missed the deadline to apply for December graduation by ONE DAY. So, while I will be finished with all of my classes in December, I will not receive my diploma until May. Needless to say, I am beyond irritated. My husband pointed out that I am an adult and should have inquired about graduation deadlines, but it honestly did not occur to me as I am not planning on walking.

Now, if I decide to apply to districts in December I will have to explain how I missed the graduation deadline. Oh sure, let's hire her - she can't even keep up with her own graduation deadline.

Blogging

It appears as though I am going to try my hand at blogging. My hope is that my track record with myspace will not be predictive of my blogging behavior. Thus far, this feels quite a bit like journaling- another area I have failed miserably.

I have always had trouble committing my words to paper. It feels so permanent, like a tribal art tatoo in the middle of the back. I find myself concerned that I will be utterly embarrassed later by some trivial thought I felt like sharing in the moment.

That being said- I am going to attend to my son who just got beat up by the cat. More about that later . . .

This is our son, Grant, who will be in 3 in January. He has boundless energy and we just can't get enough of him!