Stressing out a little...

To get through this semester, Brian and I both took out student loans. His was mostly used to pay for the police academy, where mine was to live off of. WCC pulled my student loan... meaning they initially gave me the money, then took it back. Now I owe WCC $2000.

Sallie Mae, my student loan grantor, told me I should reapply through my other school Schoolcraft... which I did. I was approved and my check was on the way... then... one of my teachers marked me absent for the whole class. He reported that I haven't shown up for one class, which is a huge mistake. I have tried to call him, email him, talk to his secretary, and have heard nothing. I thought that last night I would be able to talk to him in the class that I supposedly never show up to, but guess what? HE was a NO show. Again today, I do the calling, the emailing and nothing. I got a letter in the mail that stated I needed to have him email the financial aid office by a certain day... and quite frankly, I don't think he is going to do it and I am stressing out BIG TIME. Without that part of the student loan, we won't make it through the academy.

I am an emotional basket case over this... I feel like I am letting us (Brian and me) down. With me being the only one working, times are really hard. I have been looking into getting a second job, but those are few and far between. I work 8a-5p Monday-Thursday, 8a-6p on Friday and some Saturdays. Plus I am going to school during the night... I'm stressed... to say the least.
Please pray for us in that matter. Everytime I put my head on the pillow tonight, I think about failure and I don't want that to affect us.

I had my criminal law class tonight. Dr. Walsh started out class by telling us the test we took last Wednesday must have been harder than she thought. Because of that, she is allowing us all to retest because the scores were that bad. Now, you have to put it in your mind that when I left class last Wednesday, I left with a huge smile because I thought I did pretty good. I mean, it did only take me about 27 minutes to do the test, but I thought I did ok. So... she was handing them back and a lot of peoples scores were near 46-60%... all of which were failing. I felt my tummy drop and figured that this was going to be another rough part of my day.

Dr. Walsh handed mine back... 95%... the best out of all 3 of her criminal law classes. 2 people passed this test. The next highest score was a 70%. She said "for those of you who feel you did well enough to not take the retest, *AHEM* Misty Wilson, you are free to go." So, I got to leave class with a smile while everyone else stayed.

That is one proud moment. It's so funny how we can be so proud of one thing and so angry at another. I am trying to have confidence that God will work this out and that everything will happen in His timing... but my "grace period" in getting this teacher at Scraft to email the financial aid office is winding down and there really isn't anything I can do about it. I asked them if I could fax them the notes from the class to prove I am there and nope... the only thing that will work is a letter from my teacher.

My stress level is through the roof. It's so high that I've been having minor chest pains... I'm lost...