5:45AM and I rolled over. My, my, what a sleep. 5 hours is not enough for anyone to run on. Franklin’s filter made it’s normal filter noises and shot out the jetstream at a few rock which clanked noisily in his tank. Great. Shhhh, I though, The noise will magically vanish without me having to get up to fix it. Go back to sleep, I tried to convince my head. Shhh, go back to sleep.
I managed to tune out the filter (well, kinda) but I worked hard at ignoring it at least. I rolled back over at 6AM.
I have to get up anyway. I grumbled in my head. No, wait… what day is it? Saturday. So that means I can sleep in til 7AM cause I don’t have to work til 8AM. Yay. I thought. [Now granted, it’s not Saturday, but honestly… first thing in the morning… It was good that I remembered I was working.]
Bleep. What is that? Bleep.
Shh, go away. just one more hour.
Bleep.
Please?
Bleep.
Come on, please? I don’t get enough sleep as it is and I’m really trying to.
Bleep.
Is it a fire drill? My thoughts immediately flew to 4:30AM firedrills at UT all during exam week because people were just plain mean and thought pranks were funny.
Bleep.
Man! I realized it was my smoke detector that they “supposably” came in to change the battery on two weeks ago. And sure enough, the battery was dying. AKA, they didn’t change the battery.
Bleep.
What time does maintenance get in?
Bleep.
9?
Bleep.
Man!!! I got up. I just can’t ever get a good night’s sleep can I?
Bleep.
=/ …thanks… =/

(sigh) Day #47809485 without a good night’s sleep. Here we go!

I shook it off.

It’s all good… (bounces around in a Rocky fighting stanz) I got this!

Monica

You are an inspiration to me and to many others. Thank you for loving God and people. He loves you, and I know He will use you to do awesome things. Life can be so exciting! It can also be hard, so please use this gift to ease some of that and know you are loved and lifted up.

– heart –

So I would like to begin with a general explanation fo the “situation”. Due to the fact that I have taken a plethera of classes at WSU and UT alike, the University College ‘kindly’ informed me yesterday in a letter that I was being denied financial aid starting next quarter if I did not declare a major.

Today marked the application deadline day for the Social Work department. [AKA, University College, I’M TRYING!]

So last night when I recieved the letter and was struggling to figure out all the details that I seemed to be uninformed about, that officially marked Monica’s 1st breakdown of the quarter. [Oddly enough, I really didn’t think my first breakdown would come from my major, but then again… breakdowns don’t really tend to warn you about their arrival.] Despite being locked off ROX (my access to register for my classes for next quarter) and despite slim chances that I will be able to meet the requirements that will allow me to be accepted to the Social wrok major because of the dwindling number of open seats left in my needed classes, I came to a peaceful conclusion. And thanks to three wonderful friends, I made it through breakdown 1 with impeckable “delight”.

I went to University College this morning to ask them, basically, to have patience and inform them of my current efforts toward the Social Work major. There I discovered that the advisor I have been seeing fo rthe past 2 years is not my official advisor [odd that that never came up in our meetings] and that my official advisor was not going to work with me at all. I was then handed a piece of paper and told that my options were either to continue to be in University College without a major and without financial aid or to find another major. My official advisor then told me that Sociology best fit my current stack of classes, so I should change my major to that and then work from there between the Social Work departments and the Sociology department to transfer into the Social Work Major. [Confusing you? AMEN!]

So I signed the paper because without signing the paper I could not schedule for my social work classes for next quarter and I headed to the social work department.

Upon walking into the social work department I #1. turned in my application, #2. put my name on a waiting list to talk to the SW (Social Work) department chair, and #3. noticed that my current SW Professor was on the phone in her office. I decided it would be in my best interest to swing in and ask her if I could speak with her after class. I popped my head in after she hung up the phone.
“Hey!” She welcomed my familiar face.
“Hey. I was wondering if you might have any time after class today to talk with me? I mean, I’m sure you have a lot to do…”
“Of course,” She cut me off, “I mean it’s crazy around here, but sure, sure…what’s it regarding?”
“Um,” an unexpected lump arose in my throat, “so, I got a letter from the university that says I can’t be a social work major and my financial aid is going to be cut next quarter if I…” I couldn’t finish.
“Ok, well, let’s see…” She spoke with concern. “I have an apointment at 10:30 [my watch read 10:26] but it should be fairly quick and my next apointment’s not til 11 so do you have anything to do or can you hang around for a bit?” She openned a doorway of opportunity.
“Yeah, sure I can just hang here and study.”
“Great.” Came her response.

So breakdown #2 of the quarter occured in the hallway as I was going to get a drink of water in waiting for Dr. Baker’s apointment to conclude. I guess the stress and the events of the morning caught up with me. But thanks to mom, I was able to walk back into the department with, granted, red eyes, but with a restored determination.

Despite the possibility of adding an additional year onto my graduation date, I left the Social Work Office with two people on my side; Dr. Baker, my Professor, and Dr. Brun the chair for the Department of Social Work [AKA, the Big Cheese of the SW department]. And I also left the office with one other thing; a piece of paper signing me into the closed SW 271 class.

There battle is far from over, but I am at peace that God is obviously handling this one.

~ Soli Deo Gloria. ~