wait-listed.

It had to happen one way or another.

I needed to be online and waiting to register at 6:58 am-- vying with 12 classmates for a 5-spot class-- so obviously I knew that there was no way I would actually be online at 6:58 am... or 7 am, for that matter.

I imagined it going something like this... turning over, groggy-eyed, checking the time on my phone: 10:12 am, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. So, of course, I woke up every 35 minutes last night to double-check the time.

What I did not expect was to be woken up at 3:45 by my dad and Maggie bumbling around the basement, flashlight in hand. Apparently, nature was doing it's part in sabotaging my registration since my internal clock was keeping me from screwing it up myself. Tornado sirens drove Mom, Dad, and the pets into the basement in the wee hours of the morning, and with that my fate was sealed. I knew then, over three hours in advance, there wasn't a chance the Internet would be up and working at 7.

Silly, naive, hopeful Me. At 6:55, I held my breath, opened the Mac, and pulled up Safari. And the Internet loaded... and loaded... and loaded... to no avail. I sent desperate text messages to my two best friends in the program. Ashley did her best, but she could only get me into two classes... the 5-person class had closed by 7:01.

So I've been wait-listed along with several of my classmates. According to our accreditation organization, this particular class-- our first step in supervised counseling-- requires one instructor for every five students. So, with at least five people on the wait list, the matter will be brought up and voted on in a faculty meeting, giving me a glimmer of hope that another section will open up.

For now, I wait... on the wait list. I'm not sure how long I wait, but I'm not anticipating much sleep in the coming days. I'm just praying for peace. I have a gift for melt downs.

"Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!"
Psalm 27:14