Pivotal. There are pivotal moments in one's life. One must re-examine their friends. The amount of second, third, fourth, and fifth chances they give to friends, lovers, etc. I had a pivotal moment. And I'm done. Done done done done done done. I call upon you, I ask you to forget petty arguments and remember an almost four-year, enduring friendship, and I request some supportive and informative conversation. Not for me and not for you, but for my extremely ill sister. If you honestly think I wanted more, you're mistaken. And if you honestly listened to my concerned, panicked, teary message and chose to ignore it anyway, for your own reasons, your own grudges, your own whatever, I honestly don't understand. I am not guilty of anything.
I started this off with anger. I am going to try to veer away from that negative sentiment. This weekend was an emotional roller coaster for me and for my family. I will attempt to convey the details without any of the above bitterness.
My sister, who has been struggling with health problems resulting from a botched-up surgery from two years ago, became very ill last week. She was in California, still on her school trip, when she suddenly began experiencing extremely painful abdominal cramps, diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, and dehydration. She was hospitalized for what was thought to be food poisoning, tests were run, and she was diagnosed with acute, or severe, colitis. Colitis is this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colitis. It is a lifelong illness that requires daily medication and, at times, hospitalization. Medication does not cure the disease; it only suppresses the symptoms. Though it is not an impossible disease with which to live, it can become very serious.
My sister has had hellacious health for the past two years. I know that it has been very difficult for her to get by both at school and in her personal affairs, but she is strong and she has persevered. I respect, admire, and love her very much for her strength. When I found out that she was diagnosed with colitis, I became very sad. Depressed, even. I want nothing but the best for my sister, and I worry about her so much, especially now that we're older and there is distance between us. She has been from hospital to hospital, from doctor to doctor, from specialist to specialist... and she hasn't found any relief or any answers for over two years.
However, now she has an answer. All she needs is the relief, and I do hope it comes. So, please keep my beautiful sister in your thoughts and prayers. Now that we know what the problem is, hopefully we can begin to somewhat solve it.
Right now, she's out of the hospital and back in Bluffton, Ohio with her boyfriend.
In terms of college, I'm almost done. I have two days of class this week and four exams on three days next week. It's a great feeling. I scheduled my classes for next year, autumn quarter. They are as follows:
PHIL 240: Social and Political Philosophy (Mondays and Wednesdays, 12-2 P.M.)
HIST 330: History through Film (Mondays and Wednesdays, 4-6 P.M.)
VICO 371: Digital Imaging (Tuesdays and Thursdays, 10 A.M.-12 P.M.)
ANTH 101: Introduction to Anthropology (Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3-5 P.M.)
I am quite excited about my classes. I am taking the philosophy class to sort of test the waters; I might specialize (i.e. minor) in philosophy, and I want to find out if it's my thing. If not, I'll try some art history during winter quarter. I was thinking about specializing in art history if the philosophy thing doesn't pan out.
Other than Shannon's illness, I had a pretty satisfying, savory Memorial Day weekend with Jill and her lovely friend Carrie. I decided to stay in Athens this weekend, despite the fact that my roommate and Drew were both going home, to enjoy a bit of the college atmosphere before leaving for the summer. The weekend was filled with movies (Zodiac, Hannah and Her Sisters, A Clockwork Orange, and Shop Girl), pool table matches (even though I am terrible), chai tea lattes over ice, coffee house musicians, popsicles, and shopping adventures. I bought some cleaning supplies, new shoes, 6 tops, 3 bottoms, 1 dress, 3 bracelets, and a black and white coffee mug.
I simply cannot wait to see my Daniel. I miss him. I miss hugs and kisses and bedtime chitter-chatter and waking up at 4 P.M. and showers and cinnamon rolls. Sigh. I do and I don't enjoy my time away from Columbus.
New photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shaboohshoobah.
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I started this off with anger. I am going to try to veer away from that negative sentiment. This weekend was an emotional roller coaster for me and for my family. I will attempt to convey the details without any of the above bitterness.
My sister, who has been struggling with health problems resulting from a botched-up surgery from two years ago, became very ill last week. She was in California, still on her school trip, when she suddenly began experiencing extremely painful abdominal cramps, diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, and dehydration. She was hospitalized for what was thought to be food poisoning, tests were run, and she was diagnosed with acute, or severe, colitis. Colitis is this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colitis. It is a lifelong illness that requires daily medication and, at times, hospitalization. Medication does not cure the disease; it only suppresses the symptoms. Though it is not an impossible disease with which to live, it can become very serious.
My sister has had hellacious health for the past two years. I know that it has been very difficult for her to get by both at school and in her personal affairs, but she is strong and she has persevered. I respect, admire, and love her very much for her strength. When I found out that she was diagnosed with colitis, I became very sad. Depressed, even. I want nothing but the best for my sister, and I worry about her so much, especially now that we're older and there is distance between us. She has been from hospital to hospital, from doctor to doctor, from specialist to specialist... and she hasn't found any relief or any answers for over two years.
However, now she has an answer. All she needs is the relief, and I do hope it comes. So, please keep my beautiful sister in your thoughts and prayers. Now that we know what the problem is, hopefully we can begin to somewhat solve it.
Right now, she's out of the hospital and back in Bluffton, Ohio with her boyfriend.
In terms of college, I'm almost done. I have two days of class this week and four exams on three days next week. It's a great feeling. I scheduled my classes for next year, autumn quarter. They are as follows:
PHIL 240: Social and Political Philosophy (Mondays and Wednesdays, 12-2 P.M.)
HIST 330: History through Film (Mondays and Wednesdays, 4-6 P.M.)
VICO 371: Digital Imaging (Tuesdays and Thursdays, 10 A.M.-12 P.M.)
ANTH 101: Introduction to Anthropology (Tuesdays and Thursdays, 3-5 P.M.)
I am quite excited about my classes. I am taking the philosophy class to sort of test the waters; I might specialize (i.e. minor) in philosophy, and I want to find out if it's my thing. If not, I'll try some art history during winter quarter. I was thinking about specializing in art history if the philosophy thing doesn't pan out.
Other than Shannon's illness, I had a pretty satisfying, savory Memorial Day weekend with Jill and her lovely friend Carrie. I decided to stay in Athens this weekend, despite the fact that my roommate and Drew were both going home, to enjoy a bit of the college atmosphere before leaving for the summer. The weekend was filled with movies (Zodiac, Hannah and Her Sisters, A Clockwork Orange, and Shop Girl), pool table matches (even though I am terrible), chai tea lattes over ice, coffee house musicians, popsicles, and shopping adventures. I bought some cleaning supplies, new shoes, 6 tops, 3 bottoms, 1 dress, 3 bracelets, and a black and white coffee mug.
I simply cannot wait to see my Daniel. I miss him. I miss hugs and kisses and bedtime chitter-chatter and waking up at 4 P.M. and showers and cinnamon rolls. Sigh. I do and I don't enjoy my time away from Columbus.
New photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/shaboohshoobah.
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someone i know from college took art history, and she told me that it was pretty intense - much to know. then again i've taken classes that many fear like it's the plague and still done well in them, so just goes to show you that what one person says might not apply to you. it's good that you are taking courses in a variety of subjects, so you can get a good feel for what you want to pursue further. always good to keep doors open, exploring new opportunities and such.
good luck with finals! you're almost there. i finished mine three weeks ago, so at this point ive forgotten all about school and thats only going to get worse since ive started work again as of this morning, oh the joys of waking up at 630am and the first week which consists of training, orientation, and lots of other boring stuff too.
awww...i hope you get to see daniel soon. I know I really wish my girl lived in the states...it would make things a little simpler. Distance sucks
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