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Let's just start by stating that I am not at my most intelligent as of current. For some reason, I am incapable of correctly reading a clock. Digital, not digital, it doesn't matter, I'm going to misread it. I've even had a dream where I misread the clock and was late for my eyebrow appointment (and if you can see me right now, you'd know that I really need that appointment). I'm blaming it on the staph.
Which moves us to Point B. I have a staph infection. On my lip, in the same exact spot as when I had it in July. After much prodding and threatening to never talk to me again, I was convinced to call my doctor. He gave me a prescription, but doesn't need to see me. Let's all hope my mom described my symptoms correctly, and I described them correctly to her, all over the phone. It's looking better, though, because I'm on antibiotics, and it popped itself while I was sleeping last night. Yeah, and I had to spend the eighty gazillion dollars to wash my bedsheets because I am not taking any chances with this stuff.
Saturday evening there was a car crash on the interstate, and you can read about that part in the SJ-R, because this story has a point. This family was from Litchfield. The mother, the woman who died, just graduated from UIS with her teaching certificate last May. Her 14-year-old daughter who was killed was a freshman. My sister called me the other day telling me to be careful when I'm driving, because you never know what can happen, yada yada (there were several more minutes of her rambling without breathing); I think she was pretty freaked out by it all. This is the first time that someone her age who she knows has died (In 5th grade my friend was killed in a car crash). But, I personally know the 12-year-old boy, Akua, who is in serious condition. I was working with Mrs. Niemann when he was in her class in 4th grade. He was born premature and his brain didn't develop correctly because of it. He has some problems in school, and when I was there, Mrs. Niemann would send him and me out in the hall to work together. I know teachers aren't supposed to have favorites, but I'm not a real teacher yet, so I can say that Akua was my favorite kid in her class. He drove me crazy sometimes because it was hard to get him to focus, but that kid is so awesome. He had trouble remembering people, and didn't even remember Mrs. Niemann half of the time, but during the summer, he came in Pizza Man with his family and saw me and said, "Hey! I know you! You were my teacher!" That was pretty awesome that he remembered me.
On a (slightly) happier note, my uncle gets his prosthetic foot on Friday. The kids don't really seem to be bothered by it, they just care that he's home.
I completed my first paper of the semester! It was only a page, but it was over an observation that I neglected to do. It's a more difficult assignment when you have to make up what happened during the observation and the paper itself.