
Some may I have noticed that I’ve been pretty inconsistent with my activity on my blog. There have been periods when I’ve been pretty inactive. I was really active when I first started my blog. This is because during that time I was taking a break from school, so I had a lot of time on my hands. I enjoy writing and wanted to share my thoughts, so I decided I would like to start a blog.
The blog started going pretty well, and I was having a lot of fun. Until I had to go back to school. Everyone knows how demanding college can be. It’s particularly demanding for me, so I needed to put all of my focus into school. That meant my blog had to take a back seat. Since College can be very hard, there is no doubt I had my own specific challenges.
One particular challenge in school stood out to me. It was during a term when I was taking a writing class. The end of that term was particularly stressful. I struggled to manage preparing for exams I was supposed to take and the paper I was supposed to write for the class. By the time the paper was due, I still wasn’t ready to turn it in. I decided to go to class with an unfinished paper and ask the professor for more time.
I was nervous enough going to class with an unfinished essay, so you can just imagine how nervous I was to ask for more time to complete the essay. However, I sucked up my anxiety and pulled out the courage to approach my professor at the end of class. Unfortunately, my professor said no. I left the classroom defeated, and went into a bathroom stall for a little privacy. As soon as I stepped into the stall, a wave of emotions started crashing down on me, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. All kinds of catastrophic thoughts started flooding my head. What if I fail the class now? What if it brings down my GPA? What if I can’t get into get into the career I want because of that bad grade? I saw a string of failures ahead of me, and felt completely hopeless.
As I cried and terrible thoughts overwhelmed me, I closed eyes and prayed. When I finally managed to stop crying, I left the bathroom and ran into none other the my writing professor. I decided right then that there was nothing I could do about the situation but ask my professor what my grade would look like without the the essay. Her response surprised me.
“Take the weekend”, she said.
Relief instantly hit me. It seemed my prayer was answered. I gave my Professor a genuine and heartfelt thanks.
There are two lessons I took away from this experience. The first is that God always comes through for you. The second I learned later through therapy, and that lesson is one bad situation doesn’t mean the end of the world. Doing poorly on the final paper didn’t mean I would have failed the class, and even if I failed the class that didn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to go into the career I wanted. Plus, even if I were to have trouble getting into a particular career, there are other options. There are always options and always a solution. When one door closes, another always opens, and the door that was closed was closed shut for a reason. You weren’t meant to go through that door.
So, whatever struggle you might be going through, dear reader, know that you can and will get through it. Until next time.

