Ben & Shae Cecka's family in Gilbert, AZ

Well – this week didn’t go so well in school. I decided finally that there was no way I was going to be able to continue my math class and get anything other than an “F”. The concepts just weren’t sinking in. As far as financial aid was concerned, dropping the class or failing class would result in the same reprocussions: academic suspension and the makeup course (a lower level math) would have to be paid out-of-pocket. Rather than sit through 6 hours of lecture every week and do 3x as much homework, I opted to withdraw from the class. It was a difficult decision and I still don’t know if it was the right one, but I’m happy to be home with Shae and Johnathan (even though he’s asleep) to spend quality time.

My math class wasn’t the only class that threw me for a loop this week. I missed my 7am speech class on Wednesday because I slept through the alarm. Why did I sleep through the alarm? Well, I was drugged up on 2 Tylenols with Codine because Tuesday afternoon I had terrible back pain… how terrible? My back was hurting me all morning and into the afternoon until finally, between calls, I stood up to stretch out… and then this pain hit my entire upper back like I’ve never felt before. I was instantly on the floor and unable to move for around 15 minutes. I had to call Shae in to help me back onto my feet and into my chair, and then I couldn’t even push myself back up to the desk to finish my program that had a deadline in a few hours. I’m sure it was quite a spectacle. Johnathan sure got a kick out of it. When Shae went in to get me she left him in the middle of the floor in the family room. It only took him a few minutes to start babbling and crawl into the office looking for us!

Hopefully next week turns out better than this. I think I’ve begun to handle failure and defeat pretty well… I think I’ve also learned when to call my own failure and defeat. I lost several personal battles this week, and I plan on revising the battleplan for next.