August 14th, 2006

Elayna 2006

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That's it. She's on the bus to middle school.

*is in shock*

She'll be okay. I have faith. We went over her concerns this morning.

My concerns are not along the lines of "will she get lost" or "will she get on the right bus"; the classrooms are all in the same hallway, we've run the gauntlet in practice, I told her all she has to do is locate hall 100 and she'll be totally fine. And I'm sure there'll be plenty of bus-loading assistance.

My concerns are along the lines of this being her first day in a non-Montessori school, and possibly her first day of not being far and away the smartest kid in class.

She's accustomed to a single teacher who pretty much left her to her own devices. And honestly, I think that made her slightly intellectually lazy, over the last two years. I think structure will be good for her, and academic competition will re-spark her drive; I saw the latter in action when, after a year of zero competition for first chair, another good flautist arrived on the scene. It's lonely at the top. Now she'll have company, being as this is an entire gifted track.

I think she'll thrive. I just don't know if she'll thrive right away. So I worry.

My baby's in middle school. I swear I'm not old enough for this.
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Short Chick - khaosworks

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Oh, yeah - now I remember why I keep dragging my feet about working on the epilepsy book.

Because it pisses me the fuck off.

Wrote the cover letter today, which is a brief summary of what the brain drugs have done to me, over the last few years. And just a brief narrative from first seizure to diagnosis to drug hell, and a list of topics I emphasize in the book.

And, just... on a day to day basis, I'm not raging mad about all of this anymore. But when I look at it, all presented neatly on one page... it's just infuriating. That I should have to go through this. That anyone should.

And that's why I'm writing the damn thing. Because no one tells you this stuff. They tell you to take the pills and you'll be fine. Well, no. No, you won't. You'll take the pills, and you'll lose weight catastrophically, and half your hair will fall out, and you'll be unable to walk for half the day, and won't be able to think straight, and lose your short-term memory, and you'll be intensely nauseous and fatigued, all this and more, and you'll still have seizures.

No one talks about that.

And that's why I'm writing this damn thing.

I get chocolate now.
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PSA! - by Zarhooie

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(Note: Post-chocolate, I am happier; those who tend to worry should not.

I will go read til it's time to pick Elayna up. *nod*)

(EDIT: And I got my BPAL order! Harvest Moon 2006!

Adam, watching me sniff blissfully, eyes closed, grinning: "Do you need some time alone with that?")
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Elayna 2006

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...and she launched herself off the bus, grinning, apologizing for the bus running late (like it was her fault? she gets that from me); when asked how middle school was, she replied, "Great!"

She made three new friends, likes all her teachers, loves her math teacher.

More later, probably...
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