GED tests
Thursday saw me a bundle of nerves as I got ready for the first of two days of testing for placement in the GED program at the community college. I don’t know why I was nervous. It’s not like I’m stupid or that I’m being graded and can fail. However it wasn’t lost to me that I’m starting “officially” my journey towards independance and seperating from my husband. Starting a new step in life is always nerve-wracking.
I get there only to find out that is was a good thing I ended up 20 minutes early, apparently it’s a first come first serve and if it’s full you have to wait till next term to test. Then we find out the lovely information that due to the lovely budget cuts in our state they are not offering as many openings in the program and that it’s very possible that most of us will be waiting until next term to start classes.
I need to be starting college in the fall, yeah that’s what I need to hear. Then she makes some obscure comment about how the morning classes have more flexibility. Most people getting their GED are between 25 and 35, at least it was in my class, and so they are working adults who want more, but have to take classes at night. One of the reasons the waiting list is so long. I watch kids during the day, but I also HAVE to start college in the fall, so I raise my hand and put myself down for the morning classes. Turns out that there is a class spot open close to my home at another location and that they most likely have room for me. I will find out for sure next Thursday. I’m sure I can get help with my kids from some teenagers at church, however this clinches the idea that I’m not going to be able to watch kids during the Fall.
Then I get home to find out that Michelle, the one mom I have been babysitting the longest for, is thinking of putting her four year old daughter into a native american program that is an all day school in Sept. I couldn’t help but think, YEAH! So now I need to talk to the other Mom and see how she feels about having a teenager watch her baby twice a week and let her know that I’m not watching kids next Fall. I was wanting to keep watching kids so that I wouldn’t lose the income, but you know what, I’m losing Michelle, and I’m not really wanting to watch a baby for much longer, so I think this all works out in the end.
I used to be a complete nut case worry wart until about three years ago. Then a series of bad stuff kept happening to me over a period of about 8 weeks, and what was really strange is that most of the bad stuff in the beginning ended up being a blessing and protecting me from the bad stuff that happened in the end. After that experience I have a pretty composed nature about alot of things and I don’t worry too much because for some reason it ALWAYS works out. I think that is one of the reasons I’m not getting too hysterical about this divorce, I have this quiet feeling deep down that everything will be better because of it. However it ends up.
