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Day 6- Hanging in Chaos
October 24th 2009 Today, compared to my last two days has been pretty boring. I didn't wake up till 1 this afternoon. After finally getting home around 2 in the morning and finally getting to sleep it was about 4.. My schedule still remains spotty as ever apperantly. So I woke up feeling like crap today. All over, I felt like I had a hangover. I had a headache, my feet hurt, my back felt tense and constraint, my shoulders were burning, and everything just hurt to move. Earlier, my sister and I went to Wal Mart. (Exciting!? Right..) I got a phone call from my dad; (not my father here, my dad back home). That was an interesting conversation.. We talked about my trip to New York, my brother's recent hospitalization, Halloween, my sister and my niece and how they're doing, flu shots, finances, and then came the kicker: School, and what are you doing with your life? In the past, one of mine and my dad's biggest issues has been school. When I was much younger I was a very good student; Honor Roll always, did extra work, read extra, actually made myself learn more on each subject than what we covered in class. I loved school, I loved reading, and I adored learning. As I got older, my interests changed; and so did my feelings for school. I started to not care, then care, then not care again. I was raised by two people with a lot of higher eduacation and teaching histories. As a child they raised as their own, I'm expected to also have those same values for education; and I do. I do honestly believe that a free education is the best gift anyone (much less the government) is ever going to give you; so take advantage of it. A high school diploma is the only 12 year proccess degree you'll ever get for free so you should at least have that, if not a GED. Come the fuck on people, anyway.. After a dramamtic, stressful, and sleepless last month of high school I was barely able to pass all my classes and walk with my grauduating class. But I barely made it. I've always been pretty lucky within the sense that I always achieve the impossible at the last minute. Sophomore year, I had to make up both semesters (which I barely attended) within two months while being suspended from school, or repeat that year... I pulled straight A's. Senior year similar deal, except the stakes were higher and I was much further behind. Moral of the story: I don't want to keep saving my ass at the last minute. I'm good at it, it's always worked for me, I'm always done in the nick of time, but I don't want that anymore. I want to be able to do something consistently right from the beggining to the end; and get the same if not better result than my usual. That was my goal as far as school this year. I wanted to get serious. My whole life both of my parents pushed, pushed, pushed, and shoved college in my face. I really didn't know (until I was 16) that there were other choice than college. I grew up thinking you're not a real adult until you've graduated college with at least a bachelor's. Between a professor and an MFA/Standford graduate my whole life has been hyped up to higher education. That's always been something for me too; and now I'm here, in college, and so lost... This wasn't how it was supposed to go, I was supposed to be at a 4 year college like the U of A, or Stanford, or some university in Virginia, not NOVA. Yes, NOVA's good, and better than PCC but still, this isn't what was intended for me. That already makes me feel crappy, I know my parents didn't want to say their daughters in community college, and on top of that I'm not even doing well in community college! I don't know how many people have shitty first semesters, but I can pinky fucking promise you mine's far worse than yours is. Now, past all of the dates of my mid terms I still do not posses the necessary text books for my classes. At this point, I don't even think it's worth buying them to be honest. Why now? I'm never able to get a ride to class. Everyone here works, I made sure even to take night classes too, still doesn't work. I don't really have anyone I can call for a ride from Annandale to Alexandria, that's a little much to ask the average Joe. I used to have someone, but that's a whole different can of worms.. and I don't know what to do. I really don't. Believe me, I have been asked at least 1,000 different questions by 1,000 different people as for how I can make this work. And I tell you, I have exactly 1,002 different answers as for why it won't work, and how I am completely powerless in changing any of it. I'm not being melodramatic, I'm being dead serious. I really can't do much. So, this relating back to my conversation with my dad. He wanted to know what the fuck I'm planning on doing with my life. I want to know the same damn thing. My parents back home have offered me to move back, start over on college, and completely change my lifestyle. And I mean COMPLETELY. I can't do that. I really can't, I've already made so many adjustments to my life,Scary & Smart (6-16-9) #2
Deets Carroll lets herself into the apartment and sets in the child's bed, holding her on her lap. "We need to talk about what just happened, Jaina." Jaina Lefevre: "Okay? Is it bad that I took chocolate from the Candy Man? He gived Conor chocolate and Mommy was talkin' to him and he said he'd give me some later..." Deets Carroll sighs. "It was okay because I was there. It would NOT be okay if mommy or I wasn't around, okay?" She sighs, trying to figure out how to explain this to a precocious kid. "I want you to promise me you'll stay away from the crayon lady, and Ix, unless mommy or I are with you. Can you do that?" Jaina Lefevre: "Who's Ix?" SHe leans over and puts the candy bar on the headboard, then snuggles and peers into Deets' eyes. "And how come th'crayon lady? We just colors and she pets my hair and it's a happy place. Kinda like school when there ain't a ton of kids." Deets Carroll kisses her daughter's forehead, amazed at how much she enjoyed the simple act. "Ix is the one who gave you candy. His name is Ixion. The crayon lady's name is Artika. And Artika has been making you sick." Jaina Lefevre ohs to Ix's name and then frowns. "How she makin' me sick?" Deets Carroll frowns, this is going to be very hard to explain. "There are a group of people in Midian -- I know who a few of them are, but nowhere near all of them -- that enjoy making people sick. Adults mostly, but kids, too. Maybe especially kids. Remember when you were sick on Damian's shoes? And when Portia found you wandering? I'm pretty sure that was Artika." Jaina Lefevre watches Deets for a moment. "I frew up 'cause the cookies was bad and the juice was a lot. But I seen her lasted night and I didn't get sick?" Deets Carroll nods. "Sometimes they use drugs to make their victims feel good, so they come back. The drugs can make them feel SO good, they want to come back really bad. If they keep getting the drug, eventually it gets so they can't live without it. If they don't get it, they'll do anything to try to get it, hurt their friends, anything." She shudders at an unpleasant memory. "I've seen that happen. He eventually died, because he couldn't get his drug." Jaina Lefevre shivers all over and closes her eyes. "Mama...sometimes...it hurted, then it felt really good. I'm not s'posed to tell." Jaina Lefevre: "I don't members drugs...but..." she curls closer to Deets and whispers. "Is that why you was scared Mama?" Deets Carroll nods, and hugs the little girl tight. "I didn't know if I was too late." She still didn't know. "And... I was worried they might make ME sick too." Jaina Lefevre lifts her chin and her expression is fierce. "NO one messes with my Mama. I won't let anyone hurts you, Mama." She kisses all over her face and hugs. "MY Mama." Deets Carroll lets out a half-laugh, half-cry. "And OUR Jaina." Jaina Lefevre giggles and hugs tight, kisses her cheeks with loud smacking sounds. "Okay..Mama. I gots a prollum. I gots ta teach Bastian a lesson, and I gots ta figure out school. I ain't gonna read bottle, flashlight, puppy...." Deets Carroll hrms. "First, I want your promise that you won't go near Artika or Ix unless mommy or I are with you. Not even if you're having a bad day. Not even if you're having the worst day ever. You tell us, instead. Will you promise?" Jaina Lefevre sighs and nods. "Okay. But what if they come where I is? Mister Ix comes to church and school and stuff." Deets Carroll: If grownups are around that you trust, it's okay. But never go with him, even if he promises you candy." Jaina Lefevre nods. "Okay. I promise. I don't like candy lots anyway, but it's nice sometimes." She reaches up and puts both hands on Deets' cheeks. "Mama...Bastian wants t'put me in a cage. I wanna stuff him down the sewer." Deets Carroll sighs, a little unevenly as the adrenaline drains from her body. "Ahh. Bastian. Well, you have to learn that some people will say whatever they can, just to hurt you, or make you mad. If they succeed, they win. So you have to try not to let what they say bother you." She chuckles. "And I know what you mean about the sewer. But that would be very bad." She tries to sound convincing. Jaina Lefevre: "He didn't say it to make me mad, Mama. He said it in class. That he liked Caty and he thinks girls belong in cages that he was gonna put girls in cages and on leashes." Deets Carroll chuckles. "And it bugged you, didn't it? So he wins. You're smarter than that. Do you really think anyone would let him put girls in cages or on leashes?" Except the poor confused girls that *wanted* to be caged or leashed. But Jaina's too young for that kind of talk. Jaina Lefevre: "But there is girls with co
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