When I was in my last semester of college, my advisor called me into his office. He told me that I wasn’t going to be able to graduate because I was two classes short. I ask him why, since I had taken all the classes on my degree plan. He said that two of my classes – Psychology of Sports and Psychology of Religion – weren’t going to count, because they weren’t deemed appropriate. For my degree, I had to take classes that gathered and analyzed statistical, clinical data…not just classes in the Psychology department. I argued with him that my degree plan had been approved by his department, and that this “issue” should have been caught earlier…not my last semester. It was all to no avail.
I found myself at home later that day praying to God, asking for guidance about what I was going to do. No sooner did the word “Amen” leave my lips, then the phone started ringing. It was my counselor. He told me that he had no idea how it happened, but somehow my degree plan had managed to get approved by the computer. I asked him what that meant, and he replied that it meant they were going to have to let me graduate with my current list of classes. He emphasized that this was all a bit unorthodox and unusual, but I had been lucky to slip through the cracks.
Luck had nothing to do with it. God had answered my prayers.
