a minor update

so… it’s been a while, and I’m just gonna say — things are wayyy different.

daddy found out that I medically withdrew last semester. he wasn’t too pleased, but he’s over it now. he was most upset that I was hiding it from him. I guess I should have just been honest with him. oh well.

daddy also lost his job. he and a few other guys made a mistake when they were fixing machines and forgot to turn the safety on. since this was their first offense, it would make sense that they would just get a written or verbal warning; however, all 4 of them got suspended immediately. needless to say, my dad wasn’t too happy. he quit.

because daddy lost his job, I am now an uninsured individual. not like that really means anything because I was uninsured for as long as 9 months at one point. this is honestly like the 5th time I’ve been without insurance. it’s nbd.

mommy left her daycare. she had been spending so much time at my sister’s house helping her out with her daycare and with baby ava because she’s been so sick that she just didn’t feel like going back after everything had settled down. so she didn’t.

I’m super happy that my parents are doing what makes them happy, even though it does have repercussions on my life (i.e. not having insurance). it gives me faith that they’re just going to trust me when I tell them that I’m doing what makes me happy.

because I medically withdrew last semester and I now have no insurance to see a mental health professional, I cannot return to Temple for the fall semester. even if I had been able to start seeing someone, I don’t think I would have returned in the fall anyway. I’m over school. well, more importantly, I think I’m over Temple. the major reason that I wanted to go to Temple was because I wanted to be in the city. it didn’t occur to me that I could live in the city without going to college. someone dropped the ball when they were giving me life counseling.

I recently started working at Bancroft NeuroHealth in south jersey. I’ve only been there for the past two weeks, and I’ve only been on campus for three days; however, I’m happy there. for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be and I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I’ve always wanted to work in the special education field, but I always felt like I would be limited to teaching. that’s why I haven’t pursued it before now. since I ended up here, I feel like dropping out of school was the best thing that could have happened. when I finally get back in classes, Bancroft offers classes (FREE!) from different colleges and tuition reimbursement. even if I don’t want to start pursuing a degree right away, I can even take classes for different certifications that would help me if I should choose to leave Bancroft and work at another facility in this field. even though I get severely underpaid for the work that I’m doing, it’s all okay because the rewards I’ll get from this job will make everything worthwhile in the end.

for once, I feel like everything is going to work out. it’s an odd feeling, but I can’t complain.