It’s a waiting game… A long one it seems. Waiting to hear from ETS to schedule the GRE seems like such a double edged sword. It’s not like its something I want to do, I need to. I have no choice to take this test. I would prefer to take more time to study, but as Joanne told me I will never feel 100% ready for this test. She also told me how people that normally don’t feel anxious about things will be over the test. I am focusing on math now since my verbal score doesn’t seem to be going up or down. It's stuck at 36-40% with questions in the medium, and medium/hard range. So I take it I should maybe ease up a little on verbal, not saying I should stop going over the heinous vocabulary words that I more than likely won’t see ever again in my life. The funny thing is I see so many of them popping up in random places. Random names of songs, in books, spoken on tv shows; show me how these words are not so underused. So As was recommended by the last instructor, I am taking the quizzes and using the tutor mode to explain the questions. I feel as if it is almost a crutch. I was scored with 2 80%s and I don’t know how confident I feel about that since I had something explain to me how to get the answer. Some of them I can just tell what they are without solving them. I know if I have to plug variables in it more than likely is a question that cannot be determined. I am just hoping that I gain some insignt and just can look at problems and know what is going on and can work the test that way. And for some reason geometry is raping me. Don’t know why I am having such a hard time but I am. Fucking shapes!
I didn't write about the drama with the tenants upstairs and am debating on it right now. It was about two weeks ago when nonsense took place. I’ll try to make it quick. Let me paint the scene; two weeks ago a Wednesday I was getting up late for work. My mother was busy in the kitchen making coffee and I was headed to the bathroom. The children were playing upstairs and my mother went to investigate to find out they were tossing a ball. She ended up confiscating it when it fell down the stairs by her and she closed the door. I was leaving the bathroom and Austin, the dipshit son from the second floor, knocks on the door. He asked if any packages came and I said I just got up I didn’t know. About five min later he called the house and asked my mother again, still we said nothing came. He called again and said he tracked it it was here since 9am. I found it in the vestibule and brought it up and put it on his landing. My mother told him and he called back to thank us, but then called again to ask about a pair of jeans missing from the box which he ordered from A&E. My mother told him to contact the company and the box was slightly opened. He called again and said that his boy sent him the box and inside the jeans was $100, so my mother said she didn’t know anything about that and that he should call his friend. I’m not dressed and ready to leave and there is a knock at the door. It’s Austin and he has his “uncle” on the phone. He wants to talk to me and when I take the phone his “uncle” opens with the statement about how he doesn’t know me, or my family and that if they can be trusted. He continues to state that he sent the package to his nephew, no you aren’t losing your mind he originally said it was A&E and then it changes to his boy now it’s his uncle. Inside the pocket of one of the jeans in the box was $4,000 and its missing. He asked about how the box was opened insinuating that maybe we took the money. If the jeans were made for Stewart Little maybe they could have fallen out but no it wasn’t that big of a hole. He continued with saying that according to fedex and the cameras they have, the package was monitored and that it was filmed as being in good condition. I was going to use the word pristine which is a GRE word, but I think they are to stupid to use such a big word and it would cause them to have an aneurism. It was funny how calm I was, keeping Joanne in my head telling me to relax since I am telling the truth. The call ended with his “uncle” stating how he was going to have it investigated. Sure knock yourself out, by the way interesting how Austin did not make eye contact the whole time. He continued to stare at the wall, floor, and his sneakers.
My mother was worried not knowing what would happen next and we were directed to go to the assistant D.A. who said that we need to get them out of the house and that if he continues to pursue money that we should go to the police. But she did suggest we go, which we did and it didn’t go far. Not until I saw someone from my school that is an officer at that prescient. We spoke for a bit but basically there isn’t much we can do right now other than ignore him and if he does anything then we would report him. My mother also spoke to his mother explaining things. She laughed about it and said she’d call my mother back after discussing it with him. We didn’t hear from her… Makes us wonder what happened though but we have an idea that it was all bullshit.
I haven’t really spent much time with Mike lately though this weekend we did. Got to have some physical contact as well since it has been months. It let me to talk to him about some things the other night which I thought maybe he would have thought I was pissed at him. I am just getting tired of all the “bear” comments. I understand we fit that stereotype but its getting played out. I am tired of hearing it in conversations and in the bedroom. I know he is also working on this movie too that is bear oriented and its like okay enough with this! I don't want to hear it for a long while. A…long…while… He was telling me how there is a premiere coming up for this movie and I really don’t want tog o but I know I fucking have to. I just left off with saying to him “thanks for giving me something to stress out over, because I DON’T have enough on my plate right now.”
Tomorrow I have to help a student in the photography class with an assignment. This short blonde girl came to me asking for help as I was leaving wanting to make an appointment. When she comes I will be finished with studying and it will prevent me from being tempted to spend money since I have this horrid compulsion to do so now to cope with stress. The girl wasn’t asking me to do anything complicated, just easy things really. Easy things to me which I am sure to her will make her head explode and litter blonde colored confetti all over the room. I set up the time and everything and I’ll see her then. As she left she asked me my name and then she introduced herself. Her name is Michelle… It was difficult to hear and not a name I’ve heard in a while…
