“My middle name is Faith not Fear. My middle name is Faith
not Fear. My middle name is Faith not Fear.” That’s what I keep telling myself
to try to feel better. So far, I can’t say it’s working. School is here again
and I am taking molecular biology and the lab for that, protein analysis, and
ORGANIC CHEMISTRY 2 and the lab for that.
I cannot tell you in
words how completely freaked out I am about the O chem. I have talked to lots
of people who have taken it and they all say to be prepared to study more than
I ever have in my life and still take 2-8 hours on each test and then be happy
if I get a C. These are intelligent people who do well in other classes, but
this is one of the toughest courses in college. The hardest I will have to take
for sure.
O chem. 1 nearly killed me. I slept about 4 or 5 hours a
night so I could keep up with all the studying, in addition to mommy duty with
the cooking, cleaning, helping with homework stuff. I do not do well on such
little sleep. I get very emotional and even more forgetful than my regular
self. At least in O chem. 1, half of the grade was determined by homework and
quizzes and I did well on those. In O chem. 2, my grade will solely be
determined by my test scores. Completely. And there is only a possibility of a
very tiny curve, if any at all, in this class. I'm not posting this to get comments that I can do it. I appreciate the confidence of my family and friends, but I know they are being nice and have no idea how very difficult this really is for me.
I’ve had a blessing and I’m trying to have faith that even
if I can’t earn a C, it will be okay. I can re-take it the next semester and
try again. Of course, that is not preferable. I would have to pay again to take
it and it would set my internship back one semester. I continue to pray with
the same words that I’ve been using, and it’s been working so far. “Father, if
this is what thou wants me to do, I need thy help because I cannot do it
alone.” I have seen His hand in my life and felt strength that can only come
from him. I have been able to do more than I thought possible for me. So I feel
so ungrateful and unfaithful when I fear this class and other things in my
future. I am doing my best to squash it.
The best I can do now is just to go forward. I saw something
today at my daughter’s junior high.
So I’m taking a big breath, getting ready for a semester of
no sleep, flashcards constantly in my hands 6 days a week (so grateful for Sundays!),
horribly long exams that leave me in tears, almost no time for blogging again,
and lots of quick dinners instead of my usual recipes. (You can take that to
mean occasional cereal or sandwiches for dinner like last semester. I’m such a
healthy momma.) It’s only 4 months, right?