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Good news, I had my evaluation, and nothing wrong's with me. My parents are fantasizing again (You should have heard them in the interview "Oh, Chip's making such poor decisions". They took me there last night saying the hospital wanted to start me early in the morning. So I spent the evening hanging with the kids there "Wow, you're in college? What the fuck are you doing here then?" (age limit is 19). People there made it clear I could leave just by asking to and signing a form cuz it was a closed unit and they didn't want me to feel freaked out. I spent most of last night playing one of the playstation 2's they had there until they shut down the lounge at midnight. They got me up at 5 a.m. wanting me to piss into a cup and wanting my blood and they wouldn't let me drink coffee or eat breakfast until they gave me a complete physical. Only thing they found wrong is there is a little lump on my thigh they think is a watery cyst and may have to come out, and I can get that done outpatient at Penn. They were VERY thorough. Then they let me have this awful breakfast, no coffee, and then they had me do the psychological tests and have an interview with my parents. Then interviews alone. Then I sat around the teen lounge again until they gave me a worse lunch, still no caffeine. They said there was nothing obviously physically or mentally wrong with me, but they still want to wait for all the test results to come back. They will do a full report and mail it in two weeks. My parents didn't seem too happy, they said that seemed awfully fast. Then they gave me my stuff back and I fucking ran to the Starbucks in the cafeteria. Caffeine withdrawal is a awful thing. They said there was evidence of some depression, some indication I was obsessive/compulsive, a few other things but nothing that needed anything more than if I felt like therapy, they weren't recommending it necessarily, just if I felt I needed someone to talk too. So we went home. I reminded my parents about the car, they said they would, but they expected me to be seeing a therapist. I said the deal was I would follow recommendations and that wasn't recommended, they just left it up to me. They started yelling can't you do anything without making a federal case out of it? I said I wanted to talk to that shrink in Philly I trust and I will see what he says about it, so that should be cool. We are going looking at cars tomorrow but I may have to come home for a weekend to make it happen. So I'm feeling happy. Parents are still grumbling. The doctor wasn't sympathetic to them, said, you asked the question and brought in the kid, that's our answer, what did you want the answer to be? And he said, there are longer evaluation programs, three and six weeks, but they will give you the same answers and Chip would say no to that (fucking right). Maybe I could get THEM to go to one of those, I think they need it. I don't.