Well, today I've had a lot on my mind, some things funny, some things sad. Some things important, and some things just whimsical. But that's why I started this blog, to have an outlet for all my thoughts! :)
I started the day early! Monday, I have to be to work at 6. I had a dream that I woke up and looked at my phone and it was 6:04! It scared me enough that I jumped out of bed, realized my phone was across the room so I couldn't have checked it yet, so I ran over there, and thank goodness it was only 4:50, so I got to enjoy another 25 minutes of precious sleep! :)
Then I headed to work for a pretty eventless day, except for one thing I found funny. A sister missionary told me she really liked my sweater, and said that she had the same one. I thanked her, and then as she walked away, looked down to remind myself what I was wearing. Ummm, I had on a t-shirt . . . layered over a tank top, so maybe it looked like a sweater? I don't know! I looked around thinking maybe she was talking to my co-worker Jessica, but she was wearing a 3/4 length jacket. Haha, oh well, thanks for the compliment at 7:30 AM!
After work, headed straight to school where I had a difficult time staying awake. Lucky for me, Jeff bought me some of my favorite cereal, Reeses Peanut Butter Puffs, so I took some in a bag to snack on. After, I thought about going home to take a nap, but knew I should stick around for my stats lab. That ended up being a waste of time, since the TA spent more time confusing everyone than she did teaching. I eventually tuned her out and just started my homework so I could make some use of my time. Looks like I'll be shopping around for a new lab to attend! :)
After the lab, I took a nap outside in the warm sunshine, and woke up to see another stats TA of mine being all lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy, PDA-ish with this boy. That was more than I needed to see, so as I turned away thinking "TMI . . . TMI!!!" something else caught my attention, and I'm glad I didn't miss it! A sort of chubby girl was apparently trying to interest the boy next to her, as she shouted, "DIE SPIDER DIE!!!" while simultaneously taking her flip flop off and whacking it several times. I'm sure just once could have sufficed. And I admit, I am absolutely terrified of spiders . . . like my biggest fear ever. BUT, at least in public I hold in my shouts! LOL :)
Next was history, my most boring class of the semester. Don't get me wrong, though the reading for the class is tedious, it's actually REALLY informative and interesting. But the professor (who by the way looks like the un-handsome version of Jeff Goldblum who plays Dr. Malcolm on Jurrasic Park) likes to read directly from his powerpoint, which is basically a plagiarized version of the text, and he reads it word for word. But to add a LITTLE excitement, he likes to pause every 5 seconds and say "ummmm . . . . ummm . . . so . . . well . . . yeah." Each class also ends with him saying, "I'd like to talk a little about (glances at the clock) . . . well let's take a minute (everyone starts putting their stuff away) . . . well we're out of time. We'll discuss this next time in class."
Anyway, needless to say, I fell asleep during the class. And then I got to thinking . . . why is it that when we're dead tired and we're trying to fall asleep, if others around us are talking and loud, it's hard to sleep; yet, when we're trying to stay awake and we're surrounded by others, it's so easy to fall asleep! In both instances, you're tired. Hmmm . . .
So, after that enjoyable hour, I proceeded (with almost as much JOY as on the weekends) home from school, sooooo excited to just take a sec to relax. Well for the first time since school began, my "second" turned into an hour. I turned on the tv to Dr. Phil, which I hardly EVER watch. But it was a really interesting story. It began with a mother who irately runs into her daughter's hospital room just after she's delivered a baby. The mother quite condescendingly asks the daughter how the delivery went and says "Well, I hope you have it tested for drugs." The woman totally seems out of whack, and they even call security to have her escorted out of the hospital.
BUT, as it turns out, the mother was right. Her daughter, though she denied it all during her pregnancy, was taking methamphetamine. The girl's boyfriend filled a prescription for himself of 150 pills, and the next day only had 5 left. The worst part is, the baby, though it seemed completely healthy at birth, had to remain in the hospital for 4 weeks on morphine because it was going through the drug withdrawals. Even with the morphine, after being allowed to go home with the grandmother, the baby was still convulsing, feeling pain in every muscle and bone from the withdrawals. And yet the daughter claims she doesn't do drugs, the baby isn't addicted to anything, the baby is fine. In 5 weeks after the daughter had the baby, she only went to see it twice. These poor grandparents talked of how this is her third child. And the mother KNEW something wasn't right when she entered that delivery room. That is why she was so upset, but even the hospital staff thought she was just crazy.
Now the parents are trying to decide whether to have their daughter arrested, and sent to rehab, in order to save her life. I just want to say one thing and then I'll leave it alone. I've had family members, and friends and I'm sure you all have too that have used drugs. And I don't judge any of you for that, you are capable of making your own decisions. What I don't want to hear is, "I can do what I want, it's not like it affects anyone else!!" Well, you're wrong! It does!!!
What an emotional battle this is for those grandparents! Do they adopt the baby to protect him and love him and raise him as their own? Or do they give him to another family to try to let him have a normal life? Do they send their daughter to prison and rehab to protect her, or try to go around the issue to save their relationship with their daughter. The thing that stuck with me the most was when the mother said she would let her daugher be arrested, because they had nothing to lose. "We've already lost her." Were her words. Wow, this story affected me a lot!
Anyway, it's things like this situation that lead me to be a sociologist. I'm fascinated by people, in both the good things and the bad. I just hope that some day I can help people out there who are struggling, because none of us are immune to challenges in this life. It might be drugs, it might be depression, it might be teen-pregnancy, it might be family pressures. But whatever it is, I hope to be the one that is always there to help. I feel such a great love for EVERYONE!!!
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