This weekend I took my mom and Kiya to the tulip festival. It was amazingly beautiful. I had never been to the gardens at Thanksgiving Point before. The cutest thing about the whole thing was how much my Mom enjoyed it. It was my sister Carol's idea and probably the best idea in a long time. I had mom in a wheelchair so her back wouldn't hurt as we walked all over. It made her love the day. The best thing about the whole experience is that she remembered she had done it the next day. I think my time with my mother is precious and limited. I need to plan fun activities for her to do!

This is my school story. I have returned to BYU to get my degree. I am a school disaster, but I thought it would be a good idea if I graduated before I die. I have been doing pretty well in the BGS program until a few months ago. I had to take a finance class. It had icky stuff like Algebra, formulas, financial calculators, equations, and on and on. I muddled through it. There were three tests. Each time I would have to go to the testing center, I would be told each time that I could have two pieces of scrap paper and the test was timed. I would completely freak out and loose my cool. I would go into a cold sweat right there in the testing center (I remind you I am a 61 year old grandma) I would have a panic attack. My mind would freeze. I would break my pencil lead. The testing center police boy at the front of the room would look at me with discust.
Finally I finished all my assigments and it was time to take the final. I waited and waited to call an order it. I finally called and told the testing center I was ready to take it. I was so afraid that I would just never go to take it. I would study the material and then forget it the next day. I was really psychologically ill when it came to any kind of math. After you order a test, you only have 30 days to take it. Pretty soon I realized that is had probably been 30 days. I called the testing center and they told me I had until April 5th to take the test. It got to be April 5th and I just couldn't quite make myself go take it. I called them up and they said they would hold it for one more day. April 6th arrived. I knew it was do or die. I was thinking I might as well just quit school. Finally my common scense popped out and I started to think what is the worse that can happen if I flunk the test. I would just have to take the class over. So I just went and took the test. I prayed. I prayed that I could stay calm and collected. I went checked in. The police at the testing center (children they are ) told me that I could have only one piece of scratch paper.
I sat down. Calmed myself and started the test. I could answer quite a few of the problems. I was amazed. There were some that I just didn't know the answer so I tried to pick the most logical answer from my experience. Finally I finished. I turned it in and ran out of the testing center. I didn't even wait to see my score. I got to my car, locked the door, logged into my class on my I-phone and looked at my grade. At first I saw this f and thought will the worst case has happened. Then I realized the f stood for final and my score was 84. I had passed. It was amazing. All that fear for nothing. I thanked Heavenly Father for helping me and drove home elated. That is my test story! But this I know for sure-that is the last class with algebra in it that I will ever have to take in my life.