May 25th, 2005

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I've been having issues with the word separate. I keep trying to spell it seperate. Like five times in the past week, I've had this problem. Should I see a doctor?
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A-mer-i-corps

So, someone just called, when I was in the shower, regarding my Americorps application. My dad took down the number, adn I Called them back. I thought they were with Americorps the large organization, but it turns out (and it took about 15 minutes for us to figure this out on the phone) that this woman actually found my application and was wanting me to do that INSTEAD of the Literacy assignment I already committed to. I'm flattered, but man I was confused, when she was asking me about references, interviews. At first I though tit was more hoops I had to jump through. I'm glad to find out that it's absolutely not-- just another choice I would have had. It seemed pretty neat, too. Instructional computer stuff, teaching, planning.

Oh well. I'm going to absolutely love my time with LVLC*, so I should not complain.

*Literacy Volunteers of Leon County, the organization that already hired me through Americorps.
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Rest In Peace... almost

Bagel, the dog we've had since before I can remember, is dying. We thought he was already gone, but his stomach is still moving up and down. His eyes are glazed over (I shut them for him) and he's completely stiff...This is really hard. My dad's sitting out there with him. He's on the deck, in the shade, curled up in a blanket (we did the curling... he can't move at all). We talked about putting him down, but then he would have to be creamated.. and Vivi wants him to be buried here (it's her dog).

You know, Bagel wasn't always very nice to me. He snarled and growled, and I was afraid of him for much of my life. I jokingly said earlier that it's a good thing that all dogs go to Heaven... but maybe Bagel would be there anyway.. he just wanted to be left alone sometimes, and I should have understood that.

I'll update again if anything happens. I've spent the past hour moving Bagel, and then crying on the phone with Vivi, Matthew, and my mom.

He's fifteen and a half. He was born November 21, 1989, making him almost exactly five years younger than I am. That makes him a hundred and eight, if he were a human. I know he's very old, and he's been on a slow decline for a few years now. I just can't imagine life without him...
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In good news, Ms. Walper sent me a copy ofher essays and other reference materials that she sent to Americorps for me. It was all fabulous. :)

I feel like I should be reflecting. It was three years ago today that I graduated from high school. In three years, what have I done? Dude, I don't even feel like writing about it.