Once upon a time ...

I am going to tell you a story. This story is of a girl, we will call her Wyndsay. Last summer, Wyndsay was coerced into joining a group of fellow HR professionals who were planning to take a professional certification test in January. While Wyndsay was horrifically busy, the appeal of study groups and others in the group to hold her accountable, trumped those worries. Unlike normal circumstance, Wyndsay completed her application early and turned it in at the end of September.

Unfortunately for Wyndsay, none of the well-intended study buddies completed theirs. Without the kick in the ass needed by attending study-groups, Wyndsay did no studying. In fact, Wyndsay just assumed she’d call in early January and reschedule the test and take it in the summer.

This test isn’t a wimpy test. It is often referred to as the bar exam of the HR field. It also only has a 52% pass rate. In other words, this isn’t Wyndsay whining that she won’t pass the test just to get sympathy "you can do it!" encouragment.

Imagine Wyndsay’s surprise when she called the testing place, only to find out cancellation is prohibited. To cancel would be forfeiting the entire examination fee. In other words, one might as well roll down their window and throw $375 into the wind. So, Wyndsay picked the last possible day to take the test this month, Jan 30th.

Over the past three days, Wyndsay has made it through two of the six books that this test covers. The remaining books need to be studied over the course of the next week and a half. Of course, this would also be the time that Wyndsay might be having a three-year old's birthday party.

The next two weeks of Wyndsay’s life look like this: eat, sleep, study, bathe if there is time, study, work, study at work, pretend to prepare for class, teach class unprepared, and study some more.

In the event that Wyndsay fails the test, we will all just pretend that no such test ever existed. Wyndsay doesn’t handle failing very well, but I think you’ve gathered that. If, through some course of divine intervention, Wyndsay passes the test, we will have a major Bloggyland celebration.

Bear with Wyndsay on the blog posting in the meantime. Things around here might be a little light sporadic, but she’ll throw something out there to keep you entertained. That's what she told me anyway...