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Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
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2:32p
It has been a very long two days. Yesterday, my mom called and I knew right away something was wrong and I thought it was something to do with her. Turns out, my grandfather had a mini stroke and was in the hospital. I freaked out and started to get dressed (I was still in jammies. I am unemployed, remember?) and she said that there was no point in rushing over there since the doctor said he would be in testing for hours. My mom asked if I would help calling my family and letting them know what was going on. I called my aunt in Virginia and told her and she freaked out. Then I called my grandmother (they are divorced) and told her. I tried to call my cousin Greg but there was no answer. I couldn't get a hold of my great-aunt (my grandfather's sister) and I figured she knew because she lives right down the road.
Finally, after calling all over God's great earth I got to actually hear the story of what happened from my mom. Here goes: My mom tried to call him all morning to tell him she was home from surgery and she got no answer. She was a bit worried but figured he went grocery shopping or to lunch or something stupid like that. She called back at about 11 am and a woman answered (my grandfather lives alone) and she asked who it was. It was Rita, my grandfather's cousin's wife and also an RN, and she said that, around 7 am my grandfather passed out and, when he came to, he called 911 and they came. Rita and Earl live right down the road from my grandfather (in Clarks Summit) and they saw the ambulance and came over to see what was going on.
I went to see him at 5ish yesterday and he looked so sad. He has said several times he does not want to live alone. He is 77 and in good health. He mows his own lawn and goes out for a few hours a day. I don't see why he would want to move in with someone.
He had more tests today and they aren't sure what caused it. He is diabetic and is on medication for that and he takes that asprin regimine stuff so they think it may have been a weird reaction or something.
In other news, I am going back to school next semester for special education. I have all my regualr secondary education/English requirements done so I think I will finish up English ed and get a second certification in special ed. There is also one class I need to take to be certified to teach ESL (English as a second language). All this should only take a year, year and a half tops. So, when it is all said and done, I will be able to teach special ed, secondary English, and ESL. If I don't get a job after all that then I am getting pregnant and going on welfare. Fuck it.
I just can't cope with sitting on my ass all day long. I wish I never dropped education in the first place. All I had to do was student teach and I was good to go but I let everyone talk me out of it. I let a certain prof talk me out of going to grad school but I refuse to let anyone talk me out of this. I always thought I would be a good teacher and I am going for it. The pay is decent and the benefits rock. And I would LOVE to have summers off. And, in time, I would work towards my PhD and become a principal and, eventually, a superintendent. I would love $100,000 a year.
I'm off to sit on my ass.
current mood:  optimistic 2 crash into me | crash into me
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