Of Nasty School.

So guess what world? I love to learn stuff...mostly so I can sound smart. Here's what I don't love. School. The endless sitting, the homework with deadlines and the group projects and the stress. Ugh. So you can imagine my joy when I was done and I didn't ever have to go back unless I wanted to.

I had glorious dreams of my school free future. I was gonna work at Starbucks and drink endless amounts of coffee and write music and perform and do a play. Then today my world ended. My school (Chico State) decided that I didn't actually graduate. My gorious dreams came crashing down upon my head, and when your world crashes down on your head you get a horrific headache which makes it hard to listen to the president of all of Focus on the Family speak. Even when he says the word "testicles."

So, fortuanately, I bounce back quickly and I fight for myself. I made a billion calls to my school and got transfered a trillion times until finally I got ahold of one my teachers. This particular teacher happens to love me, (It always makes me wonder when teachers love me, if I was a teacher I'd hate me) so that's good. She seems to think I graduated. I seem to think so too. So this is encouraging.

Then God came over and we had a little talk, and He reminded me that it's all cool cause He's sovereign and stuff and I don't need to worry. He's taken care of me in such big ways before, and He took care of me and was faithful in little stuff THAT DAY, so why was I freaking out? Worst case senario, I go back to school for a semester and take three really fun music classes. I don't even know why that upset me as much as I did, you'd think I'd be excited to learn more music stuff. And upper division music classes aren't even boring...and plus they're hands on, which is how I learn anyway. Best case senario, Chico State screwed up and will send me my diploma soon.

Thus, I'm ok now, the Lord is good, and I don't need to worry about my life cause I'm not actually in control. Lesson learned.

Oh, here's a picture to add spice to this depressing post.

This is Gwendolyn. My deer friend.