Unsatisfactory

That's right, that is my grade in my 100s speed class as of our midterms. Lovely. It is due to my inconsistent and inadequate amount of practice time in order to be successful. A giant JOG ON to you teacher! Teacher who wastes an hour of my could-be-practice-time a week to give me dictations at 60 and 80 words per minute. To sit there and trivia quiz me on the meaning of words that will probably never come up in court, or come up very rarely. For that, I have a dictionary. Teacher who doesn't even know how to properly correct a symbol in CaseCatalyst.

Now, that is out of my system, yes, I could probably practice a little bit more. If I was able to wake up at 4 a.m. and squeeze in that extra hour. However, I am tired at 4 a.m. from not being able to sleep because my zombie foot is ailing me so badly, and my 18 month old is waking up at all hours from having a cold and teething. Not to mention, that I am staying up extra late to practice at night, as that is the only time I have been able to find.
"Your grade is determined on your passing tests, so there is still time to turn it around..." Six weeks. I need to pass 6 tests (two in each category, Jury Charge, Literary, and QA). Unless I am blessed with a TimeTurner (HP I want you to be real), that ain't gonna happen.

I will give it an honest-to-goodness go in the next six weeks, if I don't pass any tests, I may have to evaluate discontinuing the program. I need more time, I don't really have it, I need to be on ground with teachers that are there to really help you, I can't put my girls in daycare. I want so badly to go back to school for speed classes. To be where there is encouragement and healthy competition, where the teachers know what they are doing and actually dictate to you at your speed and higher.

"Do You REALLY want it?" asked the Universe.

I was once told by a fairly wise person, that the Universe always throws you challenges when you begin achieveing a new goal, as if to see how badly you are willing to fight to make it. Well, honestly I am just about to throw in the towel. I was doing so well in court reporting school, acing all of my classes and getting through my speeds at half of the time required. Then I had to start staying home because of lack of child care for our girls. Okay. Fine. I love being with them more. There was no realistic time to get my school work done. I was still hanging on and doing well in my academics, but slacking in my speed building.

Then I got a schedule worked out around all the craziness here, and think I am doing fairly well getting back on track. "HA HA", laughs the Universe. Go sprain your ankle and foot, and see how well you feel to get school work done and take care of your house and children. Oh, and you will have to call in to work after having to use all of your savings to pay bills and medical costs... MU WAH HA HA...

Here I am bitterly sitting with my zombie looking foot that is slowly swelling to the size of a very large squash, writing on my Steno machine... YES I want it, Mr. Universe!