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[strawbettie]

the anxiety about employment should be mounting, but it isn't. my stepmother is confident that i'll find a teaching position and insists that i not settle for educational assistant. the pay difference is dramatic. however, the prospect of returning to my grandmother's tuesday night makes me want income NOW. god how i long for my own space. a place where people knock on doors before entering and where i can sleep as long as i want without having to get up for fattening breakfasts everyday.

the social scene is still minimal. that is to be expected, i suppose. someone hurry up and invent practical teleportation. thanks