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So, I already said there were quite a few people older than me in my classes this time around.  I feel much more comfortable now.

Anyway, Thursday was A&P.  I sit with a group who were in my class last time.  This time I actually find myself talking with them.  Its weird.  I was such a recluse last semester, this is hard for me.  The women asked about the Doll and if she was my only child.  And then I had to explain Jesse.  One of them said I was amazing to take care of my mom and brother.

Amazing???  Me???  You must be confused.  Jesse and Mom are just part of life.  I don’t struggle to care for them; they are daily life.  And I work too.  Oh my.  That blew her away.  I said, seriously, its not that hard.  There are plenty of days when I want to rip my hair out, but its family. You do what you have to for your family.

Another lady asked me what grade I got in A&P 1.  An "A".  She said she knew I would.  When did my grades become speculaion for other people.  She asked me why I finished all my tests first.  Like, how the hell would I know.  I take my test and get done.  Why do I want to sit there forever staring at a scantron?

And my last thought for the night.  I didn’t think 16 hours was too much to sign up for.  I think I’ll be fine.  Why is that shocking?  Yeah, I’m aware that I have a heavy load, but for fucks sake, Let me try to do it before you starting thinking I’ll fail.  Blah.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.