School continues to be school. I took my first test this morning, and it didn't go so well. Actually, my whole day didn't go so well, and yes, I'm going to tell you about it right now. This morning, I woke up at 6:15 and was extremely tired! (I haven't been getting to bed before my usual 9:00 pm bedtime- yes, I know I'm old. But see, I'm savoring this now BEFORE I have kids because I see that it won't happen!) I was in charge of taking Sydney to Rider and then I was going to go sit in the MSU parking lot until 8, which is when my statistics test was. Well, I'm in the Frank's suburban, and so I had turned the car off, and was studying. At 7:55, I get out, hit the lock button on the door, and shut it. I walked about halfway across the parking lot before realizing that the keys to the suburban were in my purse, which is now safely locked inside the car! DANG IT! I won't bother you with the unnecessary details, but it got unlocked by an MSU police officer for free, so that was a super duper blessing. Being worried about the keys, and somewhat anxious for my test, I started feeling really bad in class. I tried to psych myself out of it, but it just wasn't happening. I had to go to the bathroom. I got up and asked my professor (who knows of my condition) and he said it was fine this time but from now on, I was going to have to take my tests with disability support services. MAN, that was a hit on the heart- DISABILITY? I hurried through my test (which got me a disappointing 70), still feeling sick, and when I got up to turn it in, he tried to comfort me by telling me that it wasn't that he didn't trust me (because cheating goes on in the bathroom apparently!?) but that he just couldn't have it; I totally understood, but man. Disability... the word rang in my head all day.
Work today for me was a day of learning. I don't think I did ONE thing right the first time. Everyone was patient with me, and I learned a lot, but it just wasn't a good day.
Tonight, while at Wal Mart, I was putting the groceries in my car, and this couple pulls up next to me in a car. They proceed to tell me that they are from Denton, had been in Lawton for a funeral, and now needed to get back to Denton, but only had three dollars. Of course, they want money. Now, mercy is my spiritual gift, so I'll probably always give them something (like $6 bucks that I gave them tonight) but I always wonder, are these people telling the truth? I wonder what their real story is. How humbling is it to drive up to someone and ask them for money? Surely you would need it pretty bad to do that? Or, are they seriously just conning people out of money? I'll never know, but "some have entertained angels without even knowing it" and "whatever you do to the least of these you do to me" is in my head, so I think I can spare $6 bucks. What about you?