The rounds of it all
Two weeks down and counting. After attending The University of Tennessee for two weeks certain conclusions or such realizations have been made. First off the whole deal of southern manners is very true. Also diversity in dress is an issue I have never seen so many dolce, Versace ,etc sunglasses, bags and so on. Every street you turn on campus is filled with people. They all in a way look the same. I am not kidding. I have seen like three hippies and two real punks other then that they do not exist. Greek shirts and shoulder bags tend to be the trend for right now. When you look out from the windows of the busses you see sea of perfectly tan legs, and arms. People tend to stick to their groups. Traffic sucks but one does get used to it. The university of Tennessee is a huge hilly mass of tiny streets, mazed with side walks, over walks. The parking garages fitted into the hills and elevated as large building looking out over campus. People as I have said are everywhere, frequently walking in front of busses in large herds. Heaven help you if you take the great name of the "Vols" in vain. The big orange and white, this is Tennessee.
The first two weeks where filled with embarrassing mistakes, lets downs, drastically high temperatures (everyone was sweating like mad, sweat stains galore, no joke. People where fanning them selves with any thing they had) and of course realization. Although everything has become routine. Arising at 4 am, leaving the house by six driving 40 min and laying claim to my beloved parking spot. All my professors actually really like teaching. Which is a nice change of pace. I am taking British lit, Cultural Anthropology, German 101, and Pre-calc. I like all of my classes, no complaints there.
Also I have not yet received my leg due to complications which I will name later. So yes, I have been hopping around campus on crutches. It was a little hard at first but as all things you figure out your route and just go with. I have an access pass which is for a bus for disability students. It's pretty nice actually, you phone in your location and where you need to and they pick you up and take you. Literally door to door service. Although sometimes there is a pretty long wait but it works. At first I was riding the regular buses and bus drivers kept telling me to ride the access bus because it is much more accommodating. So I made the necessary arrangements.
Also side not I think the funnies remark that I heard was from one of the access bus drivers made the remark, about how all the girls are walken around naked, whats wrong with them, "they got sit don't they...?" Short short shorts, and skirts, tube tops, skinny halter tops. I had no idea they made shorts and skirts that short. Good grief. But like I said it was really hot like in the hundreds and high 90's.
As for my leg well my story goes a little something like this: They originally told me four weeks ago that it will only take three weeks. Three weeks ago I get a call to go in for a socket measurement. It is then that I learn that the guy who is building my leg is going through some family problems. He tells us basically both of his parents are in the hospital and are sort of dying at the same time. Horrible I know. So he said that he has been preoccupied with that and has barely made it into work to continue building my prosthetic. So he tells us that it will be done within a week. Oh and side note both his parents aren't dying exactly at the same time, but are quite sick and chances of living past six months extremely slim. Any ways moving right along, so both my mom and I are sorry to hear that and tell him that we will pray for him but still harboring quiet discontent at the whole situation. Yes I have been praying, I'm not completely heartless…, just a little. (that is really sad and hard for anyone to go through)
Flash to wee hours of this Friday morning where my mother and I are discussing the whole ordeal. Because we feel bad to call and ask how everything is progressing. Then my mom said what the heck lets just call and ask because well I need my leg and she needs her life back. Well she didn't say that in quite so many words but you get the idea. So my mom calls and I call my mom and this is how it's going to work I guess. They told my mom that they "took" the leg away from the original guy who was building it and gave it to another office in Chattanooga. This was done because they felt that he was taking too damn long. So they then inform my mom that it will take another week and I should get a call to go in next Friday or the preceding Monday of September the tenth.
So right now my mother and I have a bit of mixed emotions. You know a little touch of rage with a pinch of bitter disappointment stirred with a zest of understanding perplexity at his situation. So I should be receiving my leg either the 8th or 10th of September.
The only thing I don't understand exactly is why didn't he give it to someone else in the first place. So he wouldn't have to bother with it. But I guess he thought he could do it all and felt bad or guilty or something. I don't know just a thought.
Also right now my mom wants to move. I think she is looking to move to a condo across town, which is fine. So I think we are putting the house on the market this week or next week. Although I do get the nice tv in my room finally. Hehe.
Other then that everything is progressing as it should. No real complaints except for the girl who sits behind me in math. Oh my goodness obnoxious freshman who likes to talk about her self, and complains about everything in a diva fashion. And unfortunately it’s hard to tune it out. Like shes the kind of girl who instead of asking me to move my desk up so she has more space. She complains to everyone behind me about how my desk cramping her and such. And of course you know me, I don’t move. Because if you can’t make the effort to ask, then your screw you youngin. And of course she gets some one else to ask me to move. I swear I honestly came close to losing it. She is also the one who gave me the look of the utmost disgust and horror when I came limping into the room the first day. Other then that it’s school.
The first two weeks where filled with embarrassing mistakes, lets downs, drastically high temperatures (everyone was sweating like mad, sweat stains galore, no joke. People where fanning them selves with any thing they had) and of course realization. Although everything has become routine. Arising at 4 am, leaving the house by six driving 40 min and laying claim to my beloved parking spot. All my professors actually really like teaching. Which is a nice change of pace. I am taking British lit, Cultural Anthropology, German 101, and Pre-calc. I like all of my classes, no complaints there.
Also I have not yet received my leg due to complications which I will name later. So yes, I have been hopping around campus on crutches. It was a little hard at first but as all things you figure out your route and just go with. I have an access pass which is for a bus for disability students. It's pretty nice actually, you phone in your location and where you need to and they pick you up and take you. Literally door to door service. Although sometimes there is a pretty long wait but it works. At first I was riding the regular buses and bus drivers kept telling me to ride the access bus because it is much more accommodating. So I made the necessary arrangements.
Also side not I think the funnies remark that I heard was from one of the access bus drivers made the remark, about how all the girls are walken around naked, whats wrong with them, "they got sit don't they...?" Short short shorts, and skirts, tube tops, skinny halter tops. I had no idea they made shorts and skirts that short. Good grief. But like I said it was really hot like in the hundreds and high 90's.
As for my leg well my story goes a little something like this: They originally told me four weeks ago that it will only take three weeks. Three weeks ago I get a call to go in for a socket measurement. It is then that I learn that the guy who is building my leg is going through some family problems. He tells us basically both of his parents are in the hospital and are sort of dying at the same time. Horrible I know. So he said that he has been preoccupied with that and has barely made it into work to continue building my prosthetic. So he tells us that it will be done within a week. Oh and side note both his parents aren't dying exactly at the same time, but are quite sick and chances of living past six months extremely slim. Any ways moving right along, so both my mom and I are sorry to hear that and tell him that we will pray for him but still harboring quiet discontent at the whole situation. Yes I have been praying, I'm not completely heartless…, just a little. (that is really sad and hard for anyone to go through)
Flash to wee hours of this Friday morning where my mother and I are discussing the whole ordeal. Because we feel bad to call and ask how everything is progressing. Then my mom said what the heck lets just call and ask because well I need my leg and she needs her life back. Well she didn't say that in quite so many words but you get the idea. So my mom calls and I call my mom and this is how it's going to work I guess. They told my mom that they "took" the leg away from the original guy who was building it and gave it to another office in Chattanooga. This was done because they felt that he was taking too damn long. So they then inform my mom that it will take another week and I should get a call to go in next Friday or the preceding Monday of September the tenth.
So right now my mother and I have a bit of mixed emotions. You know a little touch of rage with a pinch of bitter disappointment stirred with a zest of understanding perplexity at his situation. So I should be receiving my leg either the 8th or 10th of September.
The only thing I don't understand exactly is why didn't he give it to someone else in the first place. So he wouldn't have to bother with it. But I guess he thought he could do it all and felt bad or guilty or something. I don't know just a thought.
Also right now my mom wants to move. I think she is looking to move to a condo across town, which is fine. So I think we are putting the house on the market this week or next week. Although I do get the nice tv in my room finally. Hehe.
Other then that everything is progressing as it should. No real complaints except for the girl who sits behind me in math. Oh my goodness obnoxious freshman who likes to talk about her self, and complains about everything in a diva fashion. And unfortunately it’s hard to tune it out. Like shes the kind of girl who instead of asking me to move my desk up so she has more space. She complains to everyone behind me about how my desk cramping her and such. And of course you know me, I don’t move. Because if you can’t make the effort to ask, then your screw you youngin. And of course she gets some one else to ask me to move. I swear I honestly came close to losing it. She is also the one who gave me the look of the utmost disgust and horror when I came limping into the room the first day. Other then that it’s school.