3 weeks

It seems my faith is being tested by God. For the past three weeks all I am faced with is rejection, failure, and way too much stress. Honestly, it is every single day I wake up in the morning, thanking God for another day, feeling optimistic and keeping a positive outlook. Unfortunately, SOMEONE has to eff it all up. SOMEONE has to make the day a shitstorm of hold music, useless, information, careless mistakes, and straight stupidity. Something about these past three weeks seems like a test for the coveted real world. The one no-mans land that will chew you up and spit you out and prove the statement "life's a bitch." This is my last year in college and I fully intend on getting nothing but A's and B's but how can one achieve that when they can barely make it to class because of one problem and silly mistake after the other? Those are called excuses, if I really wanted to go to class, I would get to class no matter the extenuating circumstances like lack of transportation or whatnot. I at least turn in all my assignments on time so far, but to me, that is not enough. I need to do more and know more about what is going on in my classes. Last week was the time for that, but last week was also the time for financial aid to ruin my life and renew it all in one day. After that, everything should be fine, but if it's not school, it's home. Home, right now, is not where the heart is. Home is where the leftover stress is. My mother means well, she really does, but she adds to the stress and demands of a 17 credit schedule. On top of everything else, she chose to move to a house 30 minutes away from a campus i barely attend, and a hour away from where all my classes are. So making it home every single night is a bit of a stretch and I feel at the age of 23, making it home isn't a necessity either. Unfortunately, we do not share these views, so the compromise is to make sure to be home when I say I will be home. Not as hard as it seems, until your ride falls through, and there isn't enough gas or money to cover the other engagements in your calendar, and financial aid reinstates only half the money they cancelled. Surprisingly, this change of plans does not bother my mother. What seems to bother her is my lack of availability for HER problems. I can't come home in time to pick up HER houseguest from school (which she is unable to pick up because she had a bad day) and am only unable after trying to get there in time to do so. I also agree to take the envelope to the post office, but do inform her that I am handling a number of my own issues the next day and it would be much easier on me if she were to handle her own issues this time around....apparently, I said something wrong. God wants me to put even more faith in him than the before. He is showing me this by throwing a thousand curve-balls my way from every angle and aspect of my life. *sigh* I will continue praying and continue trusting his plan for me, because I don't think I have any other options right now.