Value

I just looked on the school website. My research methods test grade is posted. I got a 91/100. Much better than the 72 on the first one. I have scored high on all the other little things we have turned in, but those aren't worth more than 10 points each. It adds up, of course. Anyway, my midterm grade is a B, and I'm mostly satisfied with that. I'm satisfied that I can bring it up if I apply myself. I don't know where in the B range my grade lies, but I suspect it's kinda low. A B is a B, no matter. I am not beating myself up over it, for sure.

We visited Sproing this afternoon. I got all dressed up in the most decent dress I have. It isn't all that nice, but it'll do. I need to get sewing. I've got a few projects I want to sew, but I have so much trouble making myself begin. So anyway, we saw the boy. He's sullen. He wouldn't cooperate or engage during the family therapy session. After the therapy session, from which he was excused because of his attitude, we had the regular Sunday afternoon visiting session. He perked up a little bit during that, but was generally sulky. He finally asked us to leave after he accused us of leaving him there forever because we hate him and he's going to run away and he hates us and we are horrible. Eh. Whatever. He insists he's ready to come home, then he says stuff like that. He hates it there and wants to come home now. He won't do what needs to be done until he realizes he's not going to come home next week. I'm glad he's there and they're dealing with it. I'll continue to write letters and visit when we can. Otherwise, I dunno.

I have been a bit better this week about studying. It isn't overwhelming right now, and I'm trying to go over the notes from each class at the end of the day. I've started making note cards for studying. If I continue to do this, by the time the biggie tests come around I'll already be ahead of the game. I like this. I hope I can keep it up.

I was stood up twice on Friday. The only have one class Friday; class starts at 10:20. The professor never showed up. So by 10:30 we were all out of there. One of the other girls in the class went to his office and confirmed that he wasn't on campus. OK, so I went home. Diva was home because the schools had a teacher work day Friday. I was very tired and sore, so I lay down for a nap.

At 2:00 in the afternoon I had an appointment with my therapist. I show up, she's not there. She took the day off and I didn't get the memo. It's a good thing I like her so much, or I'd be pissed. I'm not. She's the boss of that office, with a handful of other counselors to supervise. The office assistant (used to be called secretary, but we can't use that word anymore or our tongues will fall out) quit to go back to school, which is all very good and my therapist approves. However, they haven't found anyone to fill the position, and most of the work falls on The Boss, of course. So I'm gonna cut her some slack. She cuts me slack allatimes.

More ups and down this week. Weird, kinda. I feel fine, then I feel like there's no use trying anymore. Then I'm OK. The manner of women attacked me Friday, so that's a possible contributing factor. The ride is, if nothing else, interesting. We shall see what this week brings.