Sweet Relief

Today I am relieved, for several reasons.

I sit at a computer in the library at school to explain why.

When I say that I have fallen terribly behind in schoolwork, I am not joking. I only completed SOME of the beginning stuff of my online course, Medical Terminology. And we are rapidly approaching the end of the semester, as in, last days and finals are all within the next week and a half (YESSS!). So I was fearing the worst... I am going to recieve a fail grade, I am going to have a horrible grade point average, I am going to be frowned upon when I enter my radiology program, or worse, not even be allowed to enter the program.

But my medical terminology teacher is BADASS. She rocks. She is simply going to give me an incomplete and allow me to finish the material at my own pace over the summer. DING DING we have a winner!

Also recently I have missed some English classes due to not feeling well and other things. In those two classes I missed A LOT of important material. Due dates flew by and I felt like a miserable failure. But, you see, my English teacher is also completely awesome, and she is allowing me to finish this stuff past their due dates.

SAWEEEEEEET.

And another thing that I am relieved about. Yesterday and continuing into last night, Randy and I had a horrible fight. It started out as nothing but gradually escalated into little things that have just irked me so much lately. I feel in so many ways that he has changed into someone different from the man I started dating nine and a half months ago, someone that I no longer wanted to date at all.

After a difficult, hour-long argument on the phone that ended in tears for me, I was beginning to suggest that we take a break in out relationship. I told him that he is losing me and that he was breaking my heart and I couldn't talk to him any more about it. A few minutes later I recieved a text from him.

"I love u ill be there in 20"

I called him back and told him he didn't have to come.

"I'm coming. We need to see each other and talk. I am NOT going to let this happen."

And there he was, twenty minutes later, on my doorstep. I practically fell into his arms.

So the relief is in the fact that we did work it out in the end. I want nothing more than for us to continue being not only in a relationship, but best friends. And he'd probably hate for me to type this, but... the tear that rolled down his cheek last night told me that he was sincere and willing to do anything to keep us strong and together.

Bless the man for trying to keep up with my strong, erratic emotions. All I can say is this: he must really love me.