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What a beautiful piece of heartache this has all turned out to be. Lord knows we've learned the hard way all about healthy apathy. And I use these words pretty loosely. There's so much more to life than words..
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Tuesday, August 20, 2002
From this morning, around 8am:
Sometimes there is relief in waking in that it only was a dream, even when we must wake at hours we were never intended to know existed. It's an individual thing, which hours those are, but the signs are all the same -- dread as we set the alarm clock, disorientation and irritability when we do wake (ie, attempting to throw something at the alarm but hitting the far wall instead), grogginess that slows or limits functionality... This is one of those mornings. The orientation session for my new job at the tutoring center starts in just under an hour, and I feel I need to be there a bit earlier than usual as the person with the third greatest number of hours. 8am is certainly, for me, one of the hours I should know exists only in the experience of others. It is a time untill which I've only stayed up perhaps 5 times in my life, and at which I've already woken up only a handful of times a year, and only in extreme necessity. To add to that, I've been having extremely vivid dreams lately, seperable from reality only in that they usually involve a person or two that I haven't seen or that lives far away. When I wake during a dream, I am often so disoriented that I can barely function, and the dream tends to move to a certain area of my memory rather than processing through and being forgotten. The dream I was having when I woke this morning was a particularly disturbing one, and when I had gotten ahold of my surroundings enough to realize this, I wished so badly to cry that it finally almost worked. It has been so long since I've cried. This dream primarily involved a confrontation with my twin brother (whose phone, in reality, has been cut off and thus with whom I've had no contact since my trip to CA in June), which was at its most painful -- and violent -- point when the alarm clock's beeping removed me from that sleeping world. I could not cry, though. I did fall to the grount, I did feel the emotions welling up inside me, I did allow the memory of that part of the dream to play over and over. No tears would come, no sweet relief. Oh, how I need to cry. -------------------------------------------------------------- As I said, that was from this morning, right after I woke up. I ended up being nearly half an hour late to my orientation, because I was so groggy and such that it took me forever to get ready, plus my lack of awareness of time (such as I often have on mornings like this) neglected to keep me on schedule for leaving by quarter'till. Despite being nearly half an hour late, though, I didn't miss much at orientation. And that went well, and I'm excited about this job, except for the fact that I might not really have it. Instead of working for the tutoring center directly, I'm supposed to be the center's work-study student for this year, so that I can get 15 hours a week and they can afford to pay me. However, I put in the application for the work-study program well over three weeks ago, and haven't yet received any kind of response from the financial aid office, even though I've been in there several times and our tutoring center coordinator has talked with the woman in charge of the work-study programs a few times. If I do in fact end up having more difficulty with the financial aid office this year, I'm really not sure what's going to happen to my remaining in school. I've been relying on this aid and this job, and I'm not sure that I can get another job where I can work with such flexibility. I am SICK of all this drama with the financial aid office. It's an aid office, not a hinderance office. These people are paid to help students be able to attend school without stressing about money all the time, and the people in the office here seem more focused on helping only students of certain racial backgrounds and/or perhaps not helping anyone at all. I spent plenty of time blogging last year about my struggles with the office both before school started and once I started having trouble in my work-study job at the end of last year's fall semester. And then there were the struggles I've been having throughout this summer (and at the end of last semester) convincing them that I'm still independent and that I don't need all the same hassles again. I don't want the same hassles. I don't want new hassles. I just want to go to school and make something of my life. Rather, I want to go to school and let God use that to make something of my life, if He so desires. And maybe this isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. Darn tootin', it's so hard to know sometimes.
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Breathe Deep, breathe deep the Breath of God!" "You may be bruised and torn and broken, but
you're Mine!" "I don't deserve to speak, and they don't deserve
to hear it. It's makin' me believe that it's not
about me." "Kickin' against these goads sure did cut up my
feet. Didn't your hands get bloody as you washed
them clean?" "They say God blessed us with plenty. I say
you?re blessed with poverty. ?Cause you never
stop to wonder whether earth is just a little
better than the Land of the Free" "Computers will know everything in the 21st
century. They'll be like me in the 20th
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