I hope you are able to finish the honors app by the deadline this week. I know my reminding you causes you stress but I’m trying to help you avoid stress for the next four or five years with priority registration and a better housing. And I’d like you to have the option of getting through undergrad debt free. I’m sorry you have so much on your shoulders right now.
You are at the finish line, take a deep breath and cross it. I know you can do this!
It’s in Your Hands.
Don’t break my little girl’s heart.
I hate waitlists
I thought we were safe. I thought vaccines would keep us safe, and that moving to an affluent suburb would keep us safe. Neither is true.
Two weeks ago, a six-year-old in my town died from the flu. And yesterday, there was a “shelter in place” at my sons’ high school (my kids graduated years ago) when someone overheard a kid talk about shooting up the school.
We are not safe anymore.
Quietly humming a well-known Queen song…
While it’s past time, I’m sad you’re retiring.
It appears you are setting your ‘minimal daily outrage quotient’ at a higher level.
Really, outrage away…at this point most of us just roll our eyes, don’t even bother to comment, sigh and think ‘well, that’s predictable - wonder why it took so long’ . Maybe it’s time to do something else with the limited life energy granted to you.
Really, pomposity is not a virtue.
My son just disclosed to me that he found a video of your son screaming racial and sexual orientation slurs. I know it’s been months and I should move on, but you were awful and continue to be awful. So I’m going to share it with the school administration. Good luck with that.
My H spent 5 years reconstructing a fence which borders our neighbor. The neighbor died and a flipper bought the place. We talked to the flipper about how important the wood that H lovingly restored was to H and H agreed to deconstruct the fence so the flipper could put up a new one. The fence has been there for many decades.
The flipper has been busy tearing our things and leveled the lot including ripping out the old foundation. He has built a huge house and his workers decided to take out the supports so of course the fence fell over and the flipper told them to remove it without ever asking our permission or getting our consent—not a single word to us!
He comes over and says, “Sorry, it’s all my fault.” Then he goes on to talk about what a hard time he’s having blah, blah, blah. He says as compensation he’d paying for the paint for the new fence he’s building. I said, “You do realize H spent 5 years restoring that fence,” and he just says, “I said I was sorry,”
Well, we are no longer paying a penny toward HIS fence that we were originally going to help subsidize. We will use that money to help pay for a portion of the value of the wood and materials he and his workers destroyed and disposed of without our permission.
I have NO respect for him at all and consider him a terrible bully and amazingly insensitive.
Today we’re having a meeting at the hospital at 2:00 with my son’s treatment team. I think he will be present, also. Girding myself for a verbal onslaught. It’s hard, because he’s usually polite and loving, but when he gets in a bad place, all bets are off. I have to keep reminding myself, “It’s not him, it’s the illness…” 
You don’t have to like it. But I have always liked the word: “correct”. That’s the side I want to be on.
We have two years to sue the jerky flipper for wilful destruction and disposal of our property. We will wait and see. I prefer ignoring him as much as possible. This is a very small island and we know a LOT of people.
Well, worried for nothing. S told the social worker he thought it would be too stressful for him to attend the meeting!
Good: The treatment team asked lots of questions and listened carefully.
Bad: I can’t see that they’ve made any progress at all in 11 days, and the only contact with his regular doctor was a resident asking what his meds/dosages are. I must have said five times, “If you called his doctor, he could tell you a lot more than I can…”
Most concerning: The hospital doctor said, “Well, I’m not sure why they changed his meds when he first got here, since the ones he was taking had worked well long-term. I think we’ll switch him back to those now…”
I’m thankful we’re not footing the hospital bill, or I would be livid! I feel bad that the state has to pay for it, though.
Ugh, sometimes I need to stop saying stupid things that I shouldn’t be talking about.
My first real job! It’s so quiet here but being here itself is so satisfying.
WooHoo! It is so nice to hear the relief in your voice, knowing that all requirements are now met! Way to go kid!
The lower the stakes, the higher the melodrama…
Why didn’t you use the real rates? I told you what was in that file shouldn’t be used.