Jun 02, 2007 14:22
he's gone. probably at or left from his transfer in salt lake city by now.
i'm going to visit him during the summer. and today is emma's birthday.
norma (once a "significant other" of my grandpa, may he rest in peace) called today to remind us it was her birthday and (the ironic bit) tell us that she'd cut off the tip of her finger (though her case was much more serious than Dad's. On that: it looks icky, and we won't know for a week or two whether what they stitched on will take. no more gory details from me.)
i have a grad school future, but I'm afraid to take it. I'm scared that I'll make the mistakes I've made all through college. That's why I'm going to get help, though, this summer: a lady who goes to my mom's synagogue of employment helps adults with ADD to get their lives in better working order.
I think my biggest fear has got to be how I'm going to pay for any of this. My parents aren't going to give me financial help like they have for the past 22 years. I want to be independent, anyway; need to learn to live on my own. But how do I start earning anything while taking the CELTA (9-5:15 five days a week + homework) and then save enough to visit David this summer?
boys,
family,
the real world,
emo,
grad school