taking control

Well, I'm back at school for another semester. Have my classes lined up, got a job, my place in some organizations on campus. Everything sound great, grand and wonderful, right? Yeah, like my life would work out that well. Found out a week before class started that I have been put on academic probation.

"What does this mean?" you may ask.

Well in a nut shell it means that my grade point average was not high enough to meet university standards and they are giving me a semester to get my act together and get my GPA back up. See I transferred to this school and my cumulative GPA is decent, but if you take out the transferred grades leaving only the ones from this school, well I pretty much blew it.

Funny thing is, this is a time where I should be freaking out. I'm a Junior trying to get as many classes in as I can so I can graduate on time and get the hay-hay outta here. Being placed on academic probation puts a snare in this plan, mostly because they hold you at a 12 credit hour maximum. I should be freaking out hard core, worrying about what I'm going to do to get back on track and what will happen if I don't. Buuuttt I'm not that concerned. I mean I kinda am (my academic futures hangs in the balance), but there is no anxiety, no real stress. I'm not sure if there is something wrong with me, a switch or something that got turned off to keep me from freaking out OR if I'm getting more mature and dealing with stressful situations in a healthier way.

Or maybe, just maybe God had a hand in this. With less classes to concentrate on and worry about, I have more time. Not just time to work and do homework, but maybe other things. Maybe this semester I'm suppose to help out with something, get more involved and volunteer more. Maybe I'm suppose to take more responsibility somewhere or will have a situation that takes a lot of time. Maybe, God got tired of me making my plans and wanted to interject. Make known that He's the one in control, not me. I'm starting to get it, starting to listen a bit. I guess I needed a swift kick to the rear to get my act together. I need His help, maybe this is His way of doing just that.