Smiley Faces and Happy Dances

  This, my dear readers, has nothing really to do with literary things. Unless you count the fact that it is about school, where I am learning lots of literary things. But the focus is not on those literary things. It is in fact on the school.
  Earlier this year, when school ended, I realized that I did not have a high enough GPA to receive a $5,000 scholarship that I needed to attend school. After a large bout of panicking, my mother and I sallied forth on a short but dizzying quest to try and figure out something to help me get the money we needed. After talking to everyone at my college but the president himself, we deduced that, to raise my GPA, I had to take 15 credits worth of classes this summer. Just in case you aren't aware, 15 credits is an entire semester's worth of credits. No joke. And I had to get A's in all of those classes. The first bunch of classes I took on campus, and behold, I actually got A-'s in both. Then, for the rest of the credits, I took 3 online classes. I have since been told that taking 3 online classes at once is the equivalent of having a 22 credit load during a 15 week semester. (Which, during the school year, it is not allowed for an undergrad to take more than 20.) I don't think it needs to be said that I failed spectacularly (as far as getting A's; technically, I think I passed them....).
  Yesterday was when I realized that all the work that I had done this summer had come to naught. It was not a very good time. Much tears ensued. However, due to encouraging parents and besties, hope was restored. Even if I couldn't afford to take a full semester, I could still take a couple courses and work. And it wasn't like I could fall behind much; I am techinically a semester ahead.
  Today my dad and I went to the Financial Aid office, and a nice man named Mr. Day (liked Lotus cars, was ex-military, and had a grenade hanging off of his in box--no joke) sat down and figured out that I am still able to go to school full time after all.
  The Lord is good to me >sing song like my Mom does when she is happy about getting a parking spot close to our Publix<