What? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of my laptop being returned to me!
I'm not gonna lie. I have nothing of substance to update with.
There is progress being made on the quad. I repeat, there is progress being made on the quad. They have brought in a crane. I'm not quite sure if there are humans down there to operate the machinery, but there is a crane.
So, unless you are interested in the crazy antics going on at UIS in the summer (which, I'll be honest, there aren't any, because without the masses of uncontrolled Capital Scholars living on this campus, it's pretty dead), or the crazy antics of the pizza world, you're going to find me pretty boring. I mean, not that being offered weed by a customer I delivered to is boring... especially since he got completely paranoid and thought I was a cop when I turned him down.... oh southside Litchfield...
Every day last week that I didn't spend in the good ol' dean's office I spent in Mrs. Niemann's room. I have found a few children that I need to adopt. A.J. has like, 6 siblings, and his parents are basically good for only producing children. He has to get himself and his younger siblings up and ready for school in the mornings. He has no help with his homework, or probably even food. He is one of the sweetest kids in that class. After school he'll clean up the classroom, and put everyone's chairs up, or talk with Mrs. Niemann, because he doesn't want to go home. Then there's Mark. For the first 4 years of his life, he was not touched. He was not picked up, played with, nothing. His sister, who is four years older than him, fed him. I've learned in psychology classes that no physical affection as a baby will cause emotional problems later on, and I was kind of weary about that, because it sounds kinda drama queen-ish, but it's true. Mark has anger and emotional management problems. When Mrs. Niemann touches him, he kind of jumps back and turns away from her. They suspect that his parents are taking his medicine as drugs instead of giving it to him. I whine about my parents and having to live with them again, but man, I am so thankful that I am in this family and that they taken care of me. I'd rather have a curfew at the age of 20 (even though I don't need it because I don't have friends) than parents who take my anger medication as drugs. Then there's this other little boy, Zack. According to his IEP, basically he only has to be present in the classroom. The first day I was in the classroom he sat in the back corner reading Goosebumps the entire time... I don't know how he's getting anything out of school. Mrs. Niemann can't do anything about it, because that is what is stated on his IEP, but when I wrote that paper on how to write, I learned that IEPs must be aligned with state learning standards, and I don't really think that just being in the classroom, doing anything he wants, is a state learning standard. But, whatever, I don't really know what I'm talking about (yet). Going into her classroom makes me anxious for one of my own. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't wait. Thursday night I was on a delivery and all of a sudden a little girl came running out and was like, "MS. JACKSON!!" and gave me a huge hug... it was really cool. The first day I went back last week Mrs. Niemann gave me a Christmas present from one of the boys in the class. I had gone in one day over Christmas vacation and he had gotten me a present, and they had waited for me to come back once I got out of school. Those kids are freaking awesome.
Okay, fine I lied. I had some stuff of substance to talk about. Aaaaand, I just called tech support and my laptop will be in my hands, as long as they can confirm that I am taking a summer class. Which I am. woooohooooo!