The other day we were at the pool and Nathalie said, "I'm watching a movie in my head.....Does that count as media time?"
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On the way home from swimming, Nathalie asked, "Mom, how are hot dogs made?"
I responded, "Do you really want to know?" She said, "Yes."
So I explained kind of how hot dogs are made. She looked at me and said, "Well, if that's how hot dogs are made, then what are those things growing in marshes?"
(She was referring to cattails. I busted up laughing at that one!!)
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At a parent-teacher conference this last year, Nathalie's teacher asked, "So....Nathalie says her dad helps people die.........."
(Matt is working as a hospice nurse.)
She and I had a good laugh about that when I explained it!
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Charlotte brought a broken ornament to me today. "Mom, this broke! I was going to put it on my pony on the farm!"
I asked, "What farm? What pony?"
Char replied, "Our farm that we're going to have someday. I'm going to have a pony named Midnight and I wanted this ornament to hang on the saddle."
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
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Saturday, June 4, 2016
Heavy Stuff
So. I last posted on April 18, which makes the last 6 weeks the longest time I've gone without blogging. I'll tell you why.
Let's go back to last year, all the way back to March 2015. The day in March when Matt withdrew from his Women's Health course because he wasn't going to pass. He'd already done 1/2 his clinical hours but had failed both exams of the year and knew that he needed to withdraw. So he did, and we cried. So much effort and time, and it was all going to be delayed by a year. He talked with the dean of the program and we waited the next 9 months to take the class again. During those 9 months he did everything she asked, including but not limited to: rereading his entire OBGYN textbook, redoing a whole semester of clinical hours, finding a certain type of job, etc.
Fast forward to January 2016. He starts his Women's Health course again. Same professor as last year. He gets an awesome grade on the first exam, not awesome on the second, a medium grade on the third, and is doing pretty well on his homework. He's borderline passing (pass grade is 80% or above). He is acing his clinical course and completes his clinical exams and patients love him. It was a tough semester because his clinical rotation was 2 hours away, three days a week. I had to fly solo with a newborn and we ate a lot of cereal.
He went into the final exam needing to get a certain grade in order to pass the class. The grade was high but not un attainable. He studied 40+ hours for the exam, which wasn't a comprehensive exam, just a unit exam.
He didn't get the grade he needed and failed the class. 4 (of the 18) other students from his cohort also failed.
Technically, he could take the class a third time. But honestly he doesn't want to. The teacher doesn't like him and didn't want him to come back even this time. Georgia Southern hasn't been a great experience, and they will continue to charge him out of state tuition as they have for the past 3 years. So while that is an option, that's not a great option.
So then what? 31 graduate credits, a huge amount of school debt, no degree, no graduation and transferring schools loses him 60% of the credits.
Just like that, our five-year-plan vanished. Our ten-year-plan crumbled. We put all our eggs into this basket and then eggs turned to lead. Then the basket was thrown into the ocean and we were chained to it.
So that's why I haven't written. It has been a really hard month. We've had sleepless nights, no appetite, lots of tears and worries and frustrated words as we try to wrap our head around what this means for our family financially, physically, and emotionally. I could write pages and pages about all the thoughts and feelings we've had, but none of that will change the fact that the light at the end of the tunnel was extinguished.
It all feels horribly unfair. We are sad, hurt, angry-- so many negative emotions. So much worry. So much planning on how to handle this financially as we try to raise our children and pay off the huge debt at the same time. So many questions and frustrations poured out in prayer to a Father that I know is there, but I don't know why He let this happen. So many tears as I have grieved the loss of some of our dreams and pondered the hardships that will come our way. So much anger as I have railed against the school for the questionable behavior it has shown. We've tried to keep it positive for the girls (who don't really understand) but when they are asleep and the house is quiet, the fears grow large.
Anyway, that's why I haven't blogged.
Let's go back to last year, all the way back to March 2015. The day in March when Matt withdrew from his Women's Health course because he wasn't going to pass. He'd already done 1/2 his clinical hours but had failed both exams of the year and knew that he needed to withdraw. So he did, and we cried. So much effort and time, and it was all going to be delayed by a year. He talked with the dean of the program and we waited the next 9 months to take the class again. During those 9 months he did everything she asked, including but not limited to: rereading his entire OBGYN textbook, redoing a whole semester of clinical hours, finding a certain type of job, etc.
Fast forward to January 2016. He starts his Women's Health course again. Same professor as last year. He gets an awesome grade on the first exam, not awesome on the second, a medium grade on the third, and is doing pretty well on his homework. He's borderline passing (pass grade is 80% or above). He is acing his clinical course and completes his clinical exams and patients love him. It was a tough semester because his clinical rotation was 2 hours away, three days a week. I had to fly solo with a newborn and we ate a lot of cereal.
He went into the final exam needing to get a certain grade in order to pass the class. The grade was high but not un attainable. He studied 40+ hours for the exam, which wasn't a comprehensive exam, just a unit exam.
He didn't get the grade he needed and failed the class. 4 (of the 18) other students from his cohort also failed.
Technically, he could take the class a third time. But honestly he doesn't want to. The teacher doesn't like him and didn't want him to come back even this time. Georgia Southern hasn't been a great experience, and they will continue to charge him out of state tuition as they have for the past 3 years. So while that is an option, that's not a great option.
So then what? 31 graduate credits, a huge amount of school debt, no degree, no graduation and transferring schools loses him 60% of the credits.
Just like that, our five-year-plan vanished. Our ten-year-plan crumbled. We put all our eggs into this basket and then eggs turned to lead. Then the basket was thrown into the ocean and we were chained to it.
So that's why I haven't written. It has been a really hard month. We've had sleepless nights, no appetite, lots of tears and worries and frustrated words as we try to wrap our head around what this means for our family financially, physically, and emotionally. I could write pages and pages about all the thoughts and feelings we've had, but none of that will change the fact that the light at the end of the tunnel was extinguished.
It all feels horribly unfair. We are sad, hurt, angry-- so many negative emotions. So much worry. So much planning on how to handle this financially as we try to raise our children and pay off the huge debt at the same time. So many questions and frustrations poured out in prayer to a Father that I know is there, but I don't know why He let this happen. So many tears as I have grieved the loss of some of our dreams and pondered the hardships that will come our way. So much anger as I have railed against the school for the questionable behavior it has shown. We've tried to keep it positive for the girls (who don't really understand) but when they are asleep and the house is quiet, the fears grow large.
Anyway, that's why I haven't blogged.
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