My kids.
Garth.
Garth with the kids.
Their resilience amazes me.
My marriage.
makes me nervous. anxious. terrified.
This time apart has been hard on us both.
Every week there is also
Funeral Directing, Mortuary Law, Chemistry.
Anatomy, Psychology, Pathology, Embalming.
Microbiology, Restorative Art, Public Speaking.
Funeral History, Restorative Art lab.
Accounting, ugh, Accounting.
Quizzes, tests, midterms, papers, finals.
Once a week Embalming Lab at the county morgue.
Money. Tuition. Christmas.
A roommate, an apartment, rent, utilities.
A 4 hour weekly commute, gas prices.
Guilt.
I don't have an apprenticeship for next year yet.
There are no Saturdays out to cut loose.
I don't have time for my friends anymore.
It saddens me to no end.
I run on fumes daily
My brain never shuts off
I don't know how I'm doing this
Yet it feels like I've been doing it forever
I honestly don't remember my life before this
For the most part, I don't want to.
I want school to come to an end
It's truly unimaginable, no real words to describe
how mentally and physically exhausting.
I don't want school to come to an end
The future frightens me.
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Time out for a quick bragging moment:
The girl who doesn't have an artistic bone in my body -- shit, I don't even know how to decorate my home -- received the 2nd highest grade in my Restorative Art Lab twice now! An average class grade on these are about an 88.
Currently working on a set of lips.
