It
was last year around this. Actually it was probably closer to my birthday, now
that I really think about it. Well, anyways. I was out for a drive with one of
my good, good friends. We had gone for a drive, needed some time to vent and
let the shit dry in the breeze of a smoke and the breeze coming in from the
windows of her car.
We
are talking about this and that. Nothing that could really stick the minds
right now. It was just talk you know. Old fashion girl talk. Possibly even some
gossip. My friend had told me that now was the time to go back to school.
That's really all I needed was someone other then my mother telling me to go
back. To do something. It was a sort of "yeah, yeah, yeah" thing when
my mom would say "Listen Starr, you need to do something. Get another job.
Go back to school. You need to do something." I love my mom, but I don't
always hear her.
Not
as much as she would want me to, anyways.
I
believe it had taken me a week to actually do it. Partly because I couldn't
figure out the websites and didn't want to ask for help. Which is a problem of
mine that should be taken care of. Or not. Its fine, everything works out
eventually. So after figuring out websites and filling things out and using
actual money to pay for this new venture I got a letter saying I was accepted,
to university.
Living
in a dorm would take me another 3 months to figure out. Really just mulling
that over. Giving it a good thought. Thinking about how it would be. Why I
would need to live in dorms, especially since all I hear is good things from
people who have lived in dorms. Now I can officially say that I am one of those
people who hate the experience.
It
is pure bull-poop. I do not know how people are sticking this living for four
years. The drama is cray-cray. Yes, I said cray-cray. Because it is
That
being said I have never been more happy about what it is that I am doing this
past year. It is exhausting. I do question why I am in school. What the hell am
I doing here? It is always on the down time that can hurt my brain. When I am
amazingly tired. Completely exhausted from the readings and the writings and
listening to the drama down the hall. For all of my complaining I don't think
that I would change a damn thing about what it is that I am doing. I am
actually proud of myself for going in and going in for what it is that I love
to do.
Learning
all that I can. I want to be able to walk away from this education, this
experience and say I am proud of myself. Right now I happy but that doesn't
mean that I am also thinking "YOU CRAZY BITCH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING
TO YOURSELF?"
I
had received a lot of encouragement from my friends and family. Well, my family
didn't all the way know about my plans to go back to school. They didn't know I
was serious this time. I cry wolf a lot of the time.
My
friend, the one who had told me to get back in there and that this was the year
to do, was pretty much the only one who knew every single step that I took.
Hell, she pretty much still knows every move that I make. She was making sure
that I stuck to my guns and did what I needed to do. She helped me fill out
forms to get funding….mind you that is another story all on its own. I hate the
system that’s out there. (Make me cry and put me in debt. Bastards.)
We
all have that one friend who is basically the mother hen. I got one of those.
Mind you in our dynamic we all take a shift here and there and become the
mother hen. Let the stressed out ones take a night to gather themselves in a
night of rambunctious, good for nothing fun. It’s a system that we didn't
really know that was even in place till. I am sure even know as my one friend
reads this she is like "oh yeah".
{I love you. ha} Our round the house mother hen is always there for a
hug and encouragement. The voice of reason. She cheered me on through the whole
process. Not always in the traditional sense but she encouraged me.
I
love my friends for that. It is the sort of friendship that has begun in
daycare. Its what you get in a small community. We have grown up, even
predicted our lives. Pretty on par so far. From what I can remember. That's
what is so great about us and what works for us. Even though we don't always
see each other it is exactly like we haven't missed a beat. Right back in
there.
They
have been a big help. My support group my family is the foundation but my
friends are the pillars and the paddles that give me the push I need to do what
needs to be done.
S
