have you considered just saying screw the classes and just taking the GED test? I know people with bachelor's degrees who are less well-spoken than you.
If I didn't know how tight your budget is I'd suggest forgetting the diploma and just going to community college for an associate's degree.
Considered it but I’d really like some prep work in before dropping $125 on the huge possibility of my own failure. My math isn’t so good and my social studies need brushing up on. English I think I’ll do fairly well on and from what I understand it makes up the majority of the test.
I’m much better spoken when not nervous and honestly dear, you make me just a tad nervous sometimes. You’re welcome.
Long story short (part of the soap opera), when my Great Grandfather passed away I was willed my childhood home. I was 17 at the time, I wouldn’t be 18 for several months.
The executor of the will had given my uncle (who is no longer familia) power over the home until I was old enough to have everything signed over. Well, the dear that he was, he decided that I would either have to quit school and get a job or GTFO.
I quit school.
Sure, it seems stupid but it was all I had left. Now that’s gone too. I suppose I made the wrong choice. I was just trying to preserve the little I had left.
Eight years later and I’m trying to remedy the diploma issue. It’s not that I’m not smart enough. I would hope that through my posts I come off seeming at least semi-intelligent. I used to be a straight A student for a large portion of my school going days.
My issue now is that my work schedule is unmoveable and I can’t seem to find any morning classes in my area.
I had the distinct pleasure of attending my little brothers 5th grade graduation this morning. I don’t remember the last time I was THAT bored. The more I tried to put on a “We’re here to support this kid!” attitude, the more I wanted to kick his ass and bum rush the doors.
First off, he wasn’t even interested in the fact that he was graduating. He had on the ugliest fucking “I hate everyone” face you can imagine for a 12 year old.
There was one attention whore, goody two shoes that got ALL the mother fucking awards (show off).
Every kid wanted to be either a doctor or sports star when they grow up.
It was just plain boring.
On top of the boring they had these awards for music, reading/writing skills and science. My brother took home one for science (not a surprise for an autistic kid, really) but NOT the PRESIDENTS award for it like miss goody two shoes.
Looking back on all the bullshit awards they gave out, had they done that shit when I was in elementary I would’ve come home with ALL those awards.
• Perfect attendance? who me? yeah.
• science!? I won first place at the science fair. I forget why, but I did!
• Reading/Writing? What can I say? I’m awesome.
• Music? Do I really need to dignify THAT one with an answer? I’ve gotten trophies from more important places than a public school.
Anyhow, I’m bored and now irritated. Apparently mumsy wasn’t expecting to see me until tonight so when I showed up at her house to show her the pics of HER kids graduation, she went apeshit.
Why do you call your kid 'the boy'? he sounds more like an object then something you care for.
Wow, you’re kind of a dense motherfucker aren’t you?
I call him “The Boy” because it’s one of the many ENDEARING NICKNAMES I have for him. He’s also my Monster, Skishy Boy, Demon, Lovey and all sorts of silly things. His name is Jack and he really doesn’t need me telling the whole damn world what his name is before he can spell it.
Because everything in my life has to play out soap opera status here we go.
So yeah, you guys know about my loser addict mom. Dad was just the same only he got arrested a ton more, mom got smart and attempted to cut ties with the man the hurt her so much she permanently hates men.
I was told he was dead until I was 12 and he came around looking for me at my godparents home. Curiosity ran rampant in my head. I just wanted to know what he looked like. I wanted to know what the hell mom was talking about when she said I had his eyes, his hair. She calls me sadistic and cruel a lot. She says I got that from him too.
Curiosity came to a head when I found one of his sisters in a phone book. I wrote her a letter and soon we became pen pals and friends, even. She didn’t strike me as too bright but from what I’ve heard of that family, I wasn’t surprised.
She put me in contact with him. I learned I had a younger brother (that takes the count up to 5), and that he was a little wanna be gangster. Dad told me he was a recovering alcoholic. His girlfriend later wrote to tell me he was still a large scale drinker. After several letters between us he checked into a half way house.
He seemed clearer but asked a lot of questions about my mom. To protect her I told him very little. He seemed more and more obsessed with the little girl he “lost”.
He showed up at my in laws one day while I was at the doctors. I had just found out I was pregnant with the boy a week or so before. His mom calls me freaking out. His dad says my dad was decent and polite and would like to meet me.
Next weekend he shows up at my door.
It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. I drove him home even. The half way house is about a mile off from where I live now.
He called me every day after that. Some days he was in the hospital, other days I wasn’t home. He called one night and I had a terrible headache. I had a friend tell him I had gone to bed.
The next day my aunt had called. My father killed himself because another sister whom I have NEVER EVER spoken with told him I hated him.
Every so often the boy will wake up screaming bloody murder. I mean, it’s bad. Real bad. He’s inconsolable and often won’t even realize someone is holding him. He spazzes out uncontrollably and will not stop screaming and crying. It gets so bad he stops breathing even.
He had stopped this at about 9 months but last night was a reminder of that awful time before.
It started when I left the room. First off, the boy is attached to me at the hip. I can’t do ANYTHING without him pretty much sitting on me. I headed out of the room for one of my usual ten bathroom breaks a night. Not two minutes later he was screaming his head off. When I opened the door he was standing at it, screaming and drowning in tears. I picked him up and took him back to bed. He kept crying and spazzing out until he had a hold of his favourite blanket. He finally calmed down and went back to sleep.
I waited a good hour before attempting to sneak out of the room again. I had laundry to do. In the 30 seconds it took me to take the dirty clothes out to the living room it started all over again. That was game over for me. Starfish is not allowed to leave the room for the rest of the night.
At 9:15 I was forced into bed by a toddler.
I woke up around 3:45, stayed awake til nearly 6. Woke back up at 8:30 with a migraine. woo.
I also woke up to the boy smiling and obviously feeling a ton better.
I was going to post a pic of me in my new corset that I can’t wear til December which is 4 sizes smaller than any other corset I’ve ever worn and I’m damned proud that the bloody thing fits at all but I couldn’t take a photo wherein the boobs didn’t take center stage.
You honestly don't seem like a typical "cat" person. Have you always been, or is it just because they're (slightly) easier in an apartment?
I used to adore them. Really adore them. I had this really great cat for a few years, Kenny. He was awesome, followed me everywhere. True kindred spirit even. He passed away in my arms after a long illness.
After that I adopted a stray and another abandoned cat taking the count up to four. It wasn’t so bad until I realized the upkeep costs and time. Now that I have the boy I have even less time for them and they seem to be more in the way than anything.
They want in my face when I’m cooking and certainly have no problems knocking any of my teeth out. They’ve gotten more selfish and I’ve gotten more involved with the boy.
I still love them, but I’m starting to think it’s time to find them better homes.
I really did wake up with a fat lip this morning. The fire alarm woke me up, like it always does because it’s a piece of shit. I jolted up just as the cat decided it was time to bolt. He ran right into my mouth.
Lip is bloody, swollen and hurts like a bitch. I was supposed to go to the docs today but I think I’ll pass. No way in hell they’ll believe me.
Always just waiting for a girl to say a man beat on her.
Anyway, I still have to go to work like this. Boss is already pissed at me I didn’t make it in yesterday due to lack of transportation.