Junior year has been one of conquests and challenges. Lan conquered the trials of marching band. He not only survived but thrives in the experience.
Yet, challenges loom as well. Lan is in harder classes this year. Thankfully, his teachers wants him to succeed as much as we do.
The most daunting challenge was getting Lan’s class schedule “fixed.”
Last year, I proactively met with Lan’s counselor to ensure that his classes were appropriate. The counselor suggested anatomy instead of chemistry. Lan has already taken the mandatory sciences required to graduate. We thought it was a great plan.
Well, about three weeks ago we learned Lan was in the “wrong” anatomy class!
When he came home saying he needed scrubs for lab, I knew something was not right. Apparently someone enrolled him into the class for kids pursuing a degree in healthcare.
Panicked, we contacted the school and they changed his class. I figured we would muddle through catching up on the five weeks he missed.
I was not looking forward to it.
Another week later my husband meets with the “new” anatomy teacher. We learn his class is identical to the one Lan just left! The new teacher changed the scope of his class to mirror the other class.
Out of the furnace into the fire.
Eventually, we get Landon placed in an Environmental Science class. I ask him about his teacher. The only answer I get is “She’s cool.”
Visions of late nights, unending homework and struggling to catch up haunt me. I ask if his teacher gave him any work to start on so we can catch up.
He looks at me with a pained face and utters, “She exempted me.”
I nearly shout for joy.
He is responsible for learning the material but she isn’t going to make him to complete past assignments.
Webster’s defines exempt as “being free or released from some liability or requirement.”
Grace and mercy came to mind.
Grace kept me sane as we went back and forth with the school.
Grace kept Lan’s biggest advocate at the school long enough to get this rectified. She informed us yesterday she’s leaving for a promotion.
Grace is what the ES teacher gave my child when others couldn’t be bothered.
I admit that there have been times I didn’t go boldly to the throne.
I may have been drug there.
Hopefully, I’m wiser now.
I never doubted God would resolve our “dilemma,” I just wasn’t expecting a painless resolution.
Our scheduling fiasco was a timely lesson not to anticipate the worst, but to instead acknowledge and receive God’s grace in all situations.
I must also remember to give grace as eagerly as I receive it.
May the Lord make me eager to learn.