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Sep. 10th, 2002 05:20 pmOY!
I've been meaning to write a real post for almost 2 weeks now! I think I've finally found some time:
Indiana is on hold. Again. That saddens me, but this new plan is so much more secure, and I think it will really work.
I just paid my application fee, and on September 30th, I will be starting school again! At the moment it's 90% sure I'll be full time, 10% chance I could be going part time for the first two quarters. I will be attending the Academy of Court Reporting, and will graduate with an Associate's Degree in Court Reporting. I'm very excited. I was wary of going to school for an associate's degree before getting a bachelor's, but I think this will work. It sounds interesting, and they're paid very well. Did you know closed captioning is done by court reporters? I think that's the job I'd like to look into. Sit there and type television all day ^_^ And classes start the 30th! Today was my financial planning session. My parents are going to be helping with the tuition. SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL!! God, I long to be in school. I _MISS_ homework. How weird is that? I must be a freak.
LaRosa's is so flexible, it can work around it, and when my lease is up in January, I'm going to find a roomate, so my expenses will be way down.
THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY WORK!!
Cleaning is going ...well. Though I'm afraid at the end it might turn into "shove everything in the bedroom." But I am making a very nice dent in it.
Lot of anniversaries coming and going, besides the obvious tomorrow. Yom Kippour, 1996, I slit my wrists for the first time. August 15th, 1999, I entered the hospital for suicide attempts. September 1999, I started with my current therapist and attended outpatient therapy at the hospital. And last week my therapist told me that my depression was so well controlled with meds and our sessions, that I didn't really need her any more! What a journey/ I'm not a "perfect person," I still have loads of issues. But it's nice to be able to deal with them like a human being, and not a wad of depression.
I've been meaning to write a real post for almost 2 weeks now! I think I've finally found some time:
Indiana is on hold. Again. That saddens me, but this new plan is so much more secure, and I think it will really work.
I just paid my application fee, and on September 30th, I will be starting school again! At the moment it's 90% sure I'll be full time, 10% chance I could be going part time for the first two quarters. I will be attending the Academy of Court Reporting, and will graduate with an Associate's Degree in Court Reporting. I'm very excited. I was wary of going to school for an associate's degree before getting a bachelor's, but I think this will work. It sounds interesting, and they're paid very well. Did you know closed captioning is done by court reporters? I think that's the job I'd like to look into. Sit there and type television all day ^_^ And classes start the 30th! Today was my financial planning session. My parents are going to be helping with the tuition. SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL!! God, I long to be in school. I _MISS_ homework. How weird is that? I must be a freak.
LaRosa's is so flexible, it can work around it, and when my lease is up in January, I'm going to find a roomate, so my expenses will be way down.
THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY WORK!!
Cleaning is going ...well. Though I'm afraid at the end it might turn into "shove everything in the bedroom." But I am making a very nice dent in it.
Lot of anniversaries coming and going, besides the obvious tomorrow. Yom Kippour, 1996, I slit my wrists for the first time. August 15th, 1999, I entered the hospital for suicide attempts. September 1999, I started with my current therapist and attended outpatient therapy at the hospital. And last week my therapist told me that my depression was so well controlled with meds and our sessions, that I didn't really need her any more! What a journey/ I'm not a "perfect person," I still have loads of issues. But it's nice to be able to deal with them like a human being, and not a wad of depression.
