Last Chance
Yesterday I couldn't get clean. It rained and rained until the basement flooded and the yard was covered in at least a good inch of murky water. At least my ducks are happy.
In order to preserve some of our stuff in the basement, we had to pick everything up off the floor (and I do mean everything). We only got an inch of water, but you'd be surprised what that inch could do. I, in my grand irritation, kept getting sent outside to move lawn furniture around so our yard didn't look quite so trashy. Ever try to move a full-sized sofa and matching loveseat while standing ankle-deep in mud? Granted, I had John to help me, but it still was a miserable task. I should be thankful, though, nothing was really ruined.
My parents aren't on speaking terms again. The day before my father had a bad day at work and went out with his buddies to have a few beers. My mother, however, planned on a Family Dinner and expected home instead. Stubborn Mistrust meets Angry Detachment. She says she worried about him getting a DUI, he says he needed a night out with the boys. She may love him, it's not reciprocated. I say to hell with both of them, I'm gone next year.
My mom used to badmouth my friends because they would always have "emergencies" or "problems" the day before something important occured in my life and that it was unforgivable that they would put my through such stress. Today was the first day of my last semester at CLC. Coincidence?
Just another chapter in my life.
This semester I'm taking eighteen credit hours worth of classes. If all goes well, I'll take next semester off to do volunteer work towards my major and then go to a real school as a junior Fall 2008. I'm a semester behind my peers already, why not take that extra semester to get my bearings and get some field work beneathe my belt?
In order to preserve some of our stuff in the basement, we had to pick everything up off the floor (and I do mean everything). We only got an inch of water, but you'd be surprised what that inch could do. I, in my grand irritation, kept getting sent outside to move lawn furniture around so our yard didn't look quite so trashy. Ever try to move a full-sized sofa and matching loveseat while standing ankle-deep in mud? Granted, I had John to help me, but it still was a miserable task. I should be thankful, though, nothing was really ruined.
My parents aren't on speaking terms again. The day before my father had a bad day at work and went out with his buddies to have a few beers. My mother, however, planned on a Family Dinner and expected home instead. Stubborn Mistrust meets Angry Detachment. She says she worried about him getting a DUI, he says he needed a night out with the boys. She may love him, it's not reciprocated. I say to hell with both of them, I'm gone next year.
My mom used to badmouth my friends because they would always have "emergencies" or "problems" the day before something important occured in my life and that it was unforgivable that they would put my through such stress. Today was the first day of my last semester at CLC. Coincidence?
Just another chapter in my life.
This semester I'm taking eighteen credit hours worth of classes. If all goes well, I'll take next semester off to do volunteer work towards my major and then go to a real school as a junior Fall 2008. I'm a semester behind my peers already, why not take that extra semester to get my bearings and get some field work beneathe my belt?