Yesterday was a stressful day for me. I woke up, already assuming that it would be a horrible day and there was no way around it. John and I had just realized that we had no money at all for my books. I instantly began freaking out because after a first day in all of my classes, I found out that I had homework and needed books and art supplies for next week. I began to panic because even by the next pay day, we wouldn't have the money. And not only that but we also found out yesterday morning that John would have to have hernia surgery on this upcoming Monday, the day that I have 2 classes. School just started! Do you know how horrible and irresponsible I am going to look?! My mind began to race and think negatively about maybe the professors would make me drop their class and then I would have to completely drop out of school the beginning of my first semester and then I would have to work full-time and so on and so forth. I quickly tried to brush everything off and quit thinking. As usual, I was thinking too much. I drove over to the school and walked inside from the hot, miserable heat.
My first professor that I was going to visit was my U.S. History Since 1876 professor. On the first day, he seemed pretty cool. He told us that we wouldn't be having any tests or quizzes in the course and our final wouldn't even be graded. He would only be giving us one because he had to. Classtime would only involve the students asking him questions. Seemed easy enough. So I was keeping my fingers crossed as I walked along the hallway, hoping everything would go smoothly. Eventually, I found room 311 and I immediately told him my situation about how my husband and I just moved here, he is a Marine and money is a bit tight right now. He immediately handed me 2 out of the 3 main books that was on his syllabus. "The one on top I just handed you I will need by the end of the semester but the one on the bottom I will need back whenever you are able to purchase it. The third book you will eventually need to buy." I immediately thanked him. I then told him that I may not be able to attend class on Monday because of my husband's surgery. "Do you want me to bring you a note confirming I was at the hospital during classtime?" "Nah, no need. Here's your homework that will be due in a couple weeks." Wow, my first one was down and I was already so relieved. I began thinking that maybe meeting with my other professors wouldn't be so bad afterall.
So I walked to my next professor's office who is teaching me 2 classes this semester: Fashion Image & Intro To Fashion Careers. She seemed super nice on the first day of each class so I was hoping that she too would be understanding with my situation. So I walked in and her eyes lit up. "Well, hello Katie, how are you?" I immediately felt more comfortable and at ease. So I opened up and told her what was going on. "I completely understand. Let's see what we can do." So after going through our options, she handed me my Fashion Image workbook and told me that I could use it for the whole semester if I needed to and that I could just write on sticky notes or write in pencil. I was thrilled. She decided she was going to type up and print off a loan form for me to sign, simply stating that I was borrowing the book until the end of the semester and that I should turn it in once the course is over. "The other book for your Intro To Fashion Careers class we won't be using for a little while so don't worry about it." So I then started explaining how I may not be able to be in class on Monday and she said not to worry about a thing. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to print off the loan form." So she left her office and it wasn't just a few minutes later that I heard her talking with someone else in the hallway. She opened up the door and my other professor appeared. "I hear you're having trouble getting your books? We have them in the library or you could even read Chapter 1 at Barnes & Noble if you needed to. I'm pretty sure they have that book there. And the art supplies? We have plenty so until you are able to buy them, don't worry about it." Whew. I was speechless.
After a surprisingly successful day, I drove home with a smile on my face and not a worry in my mind. I knew that everything would be okay and that the true one I needed to thank was God because I couldn't have made it through without Him. I considered that maybe it wasn't out of luck that got me through the day but that God had blessed me with these professors this semester. I took a deep breath. Now that I was shocked to see that the day had ended up well, I began thinking of what the rest of the semester would turn out like.
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