Patients

Since moving to a new school I have made a lot more friends, and I get along with every one of them. We each have different personalities that work well together. But there are times when my friends say something that  bothers me, I am 99% sure that they don't even know that it bothers me. I tell them straight to their face, stop it. They just think I'm joking and just forget about it. 

An example of this would be, one of my friends saying how rich and how jealous she is of me. Maybe once that would be okay, but not all the time. First of all I am not rich, my parents have money and they are not rich by any means. No matter how many times I say that, my friends just comes back with, well your have this and you have that. Yes, I know that they are well off but by no way are they rich. They are just smart with money. I know something like this should not bother me, but it does. The way my fiend says it makes me feel bad, and I have nothing to feel bad about. 

Every time it comes up I tell my friend to stop, then they just go on and on about how jealous they are. While they are talking I just say to myself, be patient. I don't think they even know how they sound. And it's not said in private its in front a lot of people and pretty loud. I just want to yell, "Shut Up! You don't know what you are talking about!" I wish they knew when to quit. 

In the end they are my friend, and I care about them. We get along great I just wish the took me seriously when I tell them to stop.But, I get over it until they bring it up again. 

This is a video of a patient test. 

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Switching Schools

From kindergarten to fourth grade I went to the Penobscot public school. I though it was great, I had friends, we would play on the playground and it was the best. When I got to third grade I started to notice a difference between me and the other kids, I couldn't read. I was embarrassed to try read in front of anyone. The principle would pull me out of class, in front of everyone, and bring me in the hall to read with me. For a little girl that is so embarrassing.

When my parents started to really notice we had a lot of meetings with the teachers. My dad was not happy with what was said, I can't remember exactly what was said but I think the teachers just though I was stupid (well they probably put it nicer than that). At the time my family was getting by pretty well, but not well enough to pay for my sister and I to go to a private school. By the time I was in the fourth grade I still was really struggling and the teachers started to suggest special help.

My dad got very angry, I would remember him saying, "You don't need special help, these teachers just need to learn how to teach." Even with my dad saying that I felt like I was stupid, and that it was all my fault.

My dad started his own business the year I was born, he loves his job, but he always got home before bed so we could spend some time together. When my parents decided to send us to private school my dad was working all the time, sometimes I wouldn't see him until Sunday. Even though they paid taxes for us to go to public school, they worked really hard for us to go to a better school.

When I started the fifth grade I noticed a difference immediately, I could tell that the teachers really cared. I was so far behind their standards that I had to go back a couple of grades. I got extra help, and I had some amazing teachers, I worked really hard just to be at the standards. When the next year came along I was told that I could go on to the sixth grade! Without the help from others I would never be where I am today.

Family drivers

Before I got my licence my older sister Deena would take me to school. You are probably thinking, so what that's normal. Wrong, my sister is the worst driver in the state of Maine. (Okay so maybe just the town of Penobscot.) The point is she is no longer aloud to drive my sisters around. Deena goes to college in Florida, so I blame the Floridians. If you have never been to Florida the drivers are not the best. But I have gone on a lot of road trips, from Maine to Florida and to Texas, and Deena could never be as bad as a Massachusetts driver.

Just before I took my drivers test Deena told me it was okay to get upset when I failed. I passed the first time, and I did brag, a lot. Especially to my cousin Ethan who passed on his third try. Which was ironic because when we were younger Ethan would say that since he was a guy he would be so much better at driving than us. Yeah right! Ethan works around heavy equipment so he knows what he's doing. He just likes to speed, and sometimes he has road rage.  

I wish I understood why people drive like they had a pregnant woman in the passenger seat. It might make me sound like an old person by I really couldn't give two shits. When I see anyone driving like a maniac on a road I know has little kids it drives me crazy. (no pun intended) So I stopped riding with Deena, but not only because she is a very bad driver, it makes her crazy when dad says he wants me to drive. Plus its the perfect time to use those bragging rights. 

Fear

Most of you many not know but I have a phobia of needles. Not the 'oh I don't like needles' but the 'need two nurses and my mom to hold me down because I'm freaking out' kind of fear. It used to be worse than it is now, but only because for the past months I've been in and out of the hospital. In the E.R, it is procedure to give a patient an IV even it its not wanted. 

I needed to give many blood samples and I've need to be emitted in the hospital four times. not to mention all the shots I "had to have". This has given me plenty of practice with the dreaded needles. By now you are probably asking why I needed to endure such horrific circumstances. Well I passed out while I was at work, then when I got to the E.R. they found out my heart was acting crazy. And until last week I had no idea what was wrong with me. Even my three specialist didn't know what was wrong, until they call a "specialist of the specialists". 

The technical term is Atrial tachycardia and low Vagal tone. Please do not ask me what that means I know nothing. All I know is that the doctors suggested I do yoga, okay... weird but I could try that. Then they said something that make me shiver, acupuncture. I was willing to try anything without meds but lets be real, no way in hell am I getting acupuncture. Then my mom called me and told me I was in fact getting acupuncture, and I have an appointment. I guess I will be getting more practice with the needles. 

I am not a mother

I am not a mother.

You hear that a mother has an intuition, I have never experienced that type of intuition and I probably wont until I myself am a mother. But I have come very close to close. During the summer I babysit a 1 1/2 year old boy on a horse farm. This little boy, lets call him Toby, loved all the animals like any curious little person would.

Our day would consist of playing for about an hour, then I would put him in a stroller and give him a snack. Then more playing outside or I would read to him if he was grumpy. I love babysitting Toby, I have grown to love him. Don't take this the wrong way, I do not nor could I ever love him like his mother does. But I was around him so much that I grew accustom to his moods, I could tell what he was about to do it before he did it.

Let me tell you how we play outside, most of the time he would wander around and I would stay very close behind him. Making sure he didn't get into anything dangerous. One of the things I was told before I even met Toby was to never let him near the gate with the "crazy" horse. This horse was insane, he would run full speed toward you and not slow down until the very last second, he would try to eat the metal gate, among other things.

One day they didn't tell me that they moved this horse to a new area, of all the places they moved this horse they moved him to the area that Toby loved to watch a little pony. Now wouldn't you think it would have been wise to inform the babysitter that the "dangerous" horse has been moved! So Toby was waddling his way to the gate when I noticed the horse at full speed coming toward him. (Yes, I knew there was a gate between us, but that doesn't make it any less scary.) I picked up Toby and ran him to the chickens where he loves to chase them. My hope was not to traumatize the little person, but I did end up changing his dipper. After that day I always asked if there were any changes or if they were expecting any deliveries, that way I can be more prepared
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Oil Change for Dummies

When you drive a car you need to know more than just how to drive. You need to know how much gas you have, you need to know if you car is over heating, you should know when to blow up your tires. My dad is certified to give cars stickers so I normally don't even look under the hood. I didn't even know when you should change the oil. Of course my dad told me, but lets be honest, when a teenage girl gets lectured on how to take care of a car they don't retain anything that was said. (Well in my case anyway.)

When the time came for me to change the oil, I asked my dad to do it. He said, with more language, "no". He had to finish working on his equipment for spring. My dad gave me step by step directions, needless to say it would have been faster if he did it himself. After about half an hour he was about ready to do it himself, if it wasn't a "life skill".

I successfully got my car on the lift, with instruction of course. It took me a while to find the thingy where the oil comes out. The thingy would not come out! Yes, I know what you are thinking and no I do not know what the 'thingy' is really called. So having never changed oil myself I didn't even think of the consequences of standing under the hole. You all know where this is going don't you, well if you don't, I got covered in oil.

Not only did I have to deal with being covered in oil, I also had to deal with my dad. Who was laughing his ass off, because he saw it coming and didn't say anything. I don't blame my dad, although I was mad when he didn't say anything, when asked I just say it was a blonde moment.

My lesson to be learned here, never wear clothes you like in the garage.