Don't Sweat the Petty Things

Hello friends! I wanted to talk to y'all about some of the recent goings-on of my life--particularly, the things that have been the most stressful. I am in no way trying to be a Debby-Downer; I just want to share with you all how when things go wrong in life (including mine) there are ways to deal with them and to not let those petty things bother you.

Speaking of petty things, I got the idea for the title of this post from a white board that someone had in their window of their apartment that they would write the funniest things on all the time last semester. The one that inspired this post title said: "Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things." HOW FUNNY?! I loved that. New life motto right there.

Anyway, last week was the first week of the semester. I'm sure you're all tired of hearing how overwhelmed I already am from me saying it so much in my last few posts, but let me explain. Basically, 2 1/2 years ago I was told that I no longer needed a foreign language to meet my major requirements and was advised to drop any future plans of continuing French classes (after having done only two semesters). I listened to my advisor, believing that they were giving me sound advice, but last Fall as I was going through my Grad Plan, I saw that I was still missing THREE foreign language class requirements. I called the school and they basically decided that even though I had gone TWO AND A HALF YEARS without taking French classes or really practicing the language at all, they were going to thrust me into intermediate/advanced level classes. The deal was that if I passed two of them, they wouldn't require me to take a third (which I couldn't take until Fall 2017) and therefore I'd be able to graduate in July as planned. HOWEVER, if I fail one, or both, of those two French classes, I'd be required to return in the Fall just to take one class. With much hard work, tutoring, and many hours listening to YouTube videos, I passed the first of the two required French classes last semester beautifully.

The stressful part of this story comes from the fact that last week, I went to the first day of this other French class and felt absolutely stupid. STUPID. Never in my life have I felt that way, but I did in that class. For most of that evening and the next day and the following morning, I was hysterical. I didn't know how I'd be able to handle all of my classes (I only have 4 but being a Senior they require a lot from me and one is my Capstone, plus I have a job on top of all of that), let alone the French class. There was no tutor available for this class and English is hardly ever spoken. In fact, you get scolded if you speak it sometimes. I had heard rumors about this professor and pretty much decided that my fate would be to fail this semester. Well, after 3 days of hysterical crying and talking to my boyfriend and calling my mom (Thanks Momzies and Kurtis, you guys rock) and also LOTS of prayers, I waited outside the classroom the next time we met and when I saw my professor walking down the hall, I asked if I could speak to her. I explained my struggles and the misinformation from my advisor years ago and also the health issues I have (especially anxiety). I was in tears in the hallway the whole time I spoke to her; which might sound pathetic, but I was desperate and frightened.

Well gang, turns out she's not what other classmates had said she was. Yes, she's a native French woman and takes class seriously, but she told me that she will do whatever it takes to make sure I pass her class. She also said she'd do whatever she could so as to not get my anxiety going again from her class. WHAT A GEM. WHAT AN ANGEL.

The next struggle I had this week was the fact that I had told you guys to keep an eye out on my Instagram and blog for something VERY exciting. Turns out, plans fell through and hopefully will work out next week. I was super bummed about this because I've been looking forward to it for a few weeks now and really wanted to share it with you guys, but hopefully I can very soon!

Basically, I'm just a big 'ole mess. However, time and time again I'm learning that life happens and you can do all you can to try to have it go exactly your way, but if it doesn't, don't sweat it. Don't let those disappoints and failures eat at you (like I often do). You got this, boo.

Holla at'chu for reading this long post. Love ya lots.

Have a great weekend!

<3 Always,

Lo Anciaux

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