So, I said “… to be continued …” and have yet to do so. I shall remedy that problem presently
It’s really a long story, a lot has happened in the last 4 years of high school…. in the last (almost) 18 years. Have I ever told you my story? Well, lets rephrase that…. Have I ever shared God’s story for me with you? It really is His story for me! I could never have thought of what He’s planned for me, what He’s got planned for me! If I would only learn to find constant comfort in the fact that I don’t have to worry! Ok, so here we go….
When I was 14 years old, I started high school. I have been home schooled ever since kindergarten, so high school homeschool was no different than any other year for me. Our umbrella school (the school that I’m registered under), requires that freshman have a meeting with the director to discuss the next 4 years, to set goals, and to plan to carry them out. Before the meeting with the school director, my parents sat me down and we had a discussion about doing a 5 year high school program instead of the regular 4 years.
I have to admit it, I really wasn’t excited about doing a 5 year high school. I mean, all of my friends were going to graduate and leave me behind for another year! I didn’t like that picture at all.
But, We had the meeting with the director and we all collectively decided on the 5 year plan. I wasn’t to excited about it. The plan then was to do the first 3 years at normal speed and split my senior year in 1/2, so that I could: 1-have a life besides school, 2-maybe get a job, 3- serve at my church, 4-grow up a little more before hitting the college campus, 5-take some college classes at a local college. Everything went according to plan. My freshman, sophomore, junior and senior years went smoothly. Until about a month ago……
I had finished most of my 1st senior year about 1 month ago. It was a great year!! I took Spanish 1010, 1020 and volleyball classes at a local community college. Met some pretty cool people and became good friends (you know who you are!) 
. Played on the PSCC Intramural Sand Volleyball team. Volunteered in the office of my church… got some pretty practical work experience. But, I was struggling in my heart about another year of high school. I didn’t want to be in high school anymore. I wanted to move on to the next step. It didn’t help that my best friend (besides my sisters) was graduating and leaving for a 2 month summer trip to Ellerslie. I really felt “left behind”. It was hard.
I kept trying to preach the Gospel to myself, and talk to myself instead of listening to myself. ”God has a plan for next year. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t need to know. All you have to do is trust the God who made you, died for you, saved you and the One who holds the whole universe in the palm of his hand. Chill out!” Most of the time, it didn’t help any and I was pretty stressed out/spazzed/frustrated.
So, on May 4th my mom sat down to look at my grades and what I needed to do next year so she could start looking for my books. I was upstairs at my desk watching the RnR Productions video “Oh Snap!” (which is hilarious by the way!) when my mom called me downstairs.
“Khloe, could you please come down for a second. I want to talk to you about your grades.”
“Coming Momma. Can I finish this video?”
“I think you’ll want to hear this as soon as possible.”
Her tone was very serious, so my first thought was “Oh, great! I failed a class! I thought I was making good grades? What happened?”
I walked downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. Momma looked at my sisters who were in the living room and asked them to go upstairs while she talked with me. This sending away of unwanted ears only confirmed my thought that I flunked something…. and it must’ve been a doozy. She came back to the table and sat down next to me.
“I’ve got some stuff to show you.”
“Just tell me now,” I said holding my legs tight against my chest and hiding my face behind my knees. “I can’t take the suspense. What did I fail?? How bad is it?? Just please don’t tell me it was English Lit or Economics!?!?!?!”
“No no no!! You didn’t fail anything, honey.”
“Really? Then what are we talking about?”
I don’t exactly remember how Mommy told me, but I do know -for a fact- that she told me I could graduate this summer!
“What?!?!?!? I cou….. I could graduate!?!??!?” I about fell out of my chair… literally…..
“Yeah! As long as you take the computer applications class and the English classes this summer and CAK counts them towards this year and not next year.”
At this point in the story, you would have seen me running and jumping around downstairs trying my very hardest not to scream from excitement. My dad got a new job within the last several months and he’s working from home now. We’ve had to intentionally work on lowering the volume between me and my 2 sisters so as not to disturb him when he’s on the phone. That is why I couldn’t scream. But I honestly couldn’t hold it in!! Running over to the couch, I threw myself down, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. My scream apparently wasn’t muffled enough because I heard my dad’s door shut as soon as my head emerged from the fluff. Oops!
Mommy got on the phone right away with the school director and asked about the summer classes. I was biting my lip until she gave me the “thumbs up” and then the running, jumping, giggling and screaming began once again.
All the tension that I felt seemed to be suddenly be lifting off of my shoulders. I could feel it.
I honestly couldn’t believe what was going on. I was graduating! I was soooo happy!!
….. to be continued …..
