It’s over

I took the GREs yesterday, but couldn’t bring myself to write about it. I suppose I should today.

I was scheduled for a 1:30 test time. I did not know where the facility was, so I left very early. I got there over an hour early, but went in anyway. They let me start right away. I didn’t take breaks between sections and was done in 2 hours rather than the 3 available. The writing sections were easy, the verbal was eh, and the math was unreal. There were only a few that I even knew how to attempt.  It was awful. I’m not sure that any school will even look at me with the grade I got. I am not a stupid person, but this test sure made me feel it. I cried half the way home, then on and off all night. I was miserable, but Dave went to the store and made me dinner before he made his own.

I just don’t know now. I will never regret going back to school and how it has changed me. However, if I don’t get into grad school, I’m not sure what I will do. I should be teaching college. It’s what I want to do and I think that I’ll be good at it. I need to get us out of poverty and this was my way of doing it. I also feel strongly about teaching. If I do somehow get into SU, I’m afraid that the scores will keep me from getting funded. I can’t afford to take on any more debt.

For now, I will just wait it out. I should hear around March from SU. I’m not going to be hopeful because the let-down will be even worse. I just really need something to go my way soon.

Gratitude

I am so blessed and so thankful. I truly have no words to express my gratitude to MC. Knowing that we’re in the shape we’re in, she came over with a bag of toys and clothes for the boys and a gift card to a department store for us. I really could cry right now. I am so thankful.

It is very difficult for me to accept help or gifts, but I try to remind myself that someday I want to be able to do the same thing. I always think of my aunt. She and my uncle were very poor when they were young and had small children. I remember her telling me how the babysitter once stole a dime from her which meant that they couldn’t buy the newspaper that week. They became quite wealthy over their lives and have always done more than they needed to for us. They helped my mother when she was struggling, they always send us $100 at every birthday — that includes Dave — and instead of cash, they buy bonds for the boys at each birthday and Christmas. Now that my aunt is gone, my uncle has continued this tradition. I know that even though she died able to afford pretty much anything she wanted, she never once forgot what it felt like to be poor. I will never forget this feeling, either. I am the typical welfare mother. I’m 35, have two amazing sons, and can’t even come close to breaking even. It is a terrible feeling.

But gratefulness and mindfulness are two things I will always carry with me. I will always be thankful for what I have and for what others do for me, and I will always be mindful of those who have less. Thank you to everyone who has helped us so much. I am thankful for the notes, the well-wishes, and for just having such kind and loving people in our lives. Thank you.

The dreaded GREs

This will be entirely self-pitying, so heads up.

I was scheduled to take the GREs last month, but with the mono being so bad still, there was no way I could have stayed awake to take them. They are 4 hours long and I was scheduled at 4pm. I took that date/time because I am under deadline to get the scores to SU by 1/10/10. However, the mono combined with my mom going into the hospital, trying to evict her non-paying tenant, and my thesis were all just too much. I called the department at SU into which I’m hoping to get accepted and explained my situation. They said that they don’t suggest delaying, but they might wait into February for my scores. Honestly, with my grades and writing, they will wait for me unless they have extremely brilliant people applying. That sounds horribly conceited, but I know when to appreciate what I have. What I have are stellar grades and pretty good writing.

Now the test is upon me. I take it Friday afternoon and I’ve not been able to study yet. Dave is coming home early from work this week (around 2 or 3), but in all honesty, after being with the kids all day (even for those 5 hours), I am whipped. If I weren’t dealing with these other physical issues, it wouldn’t be so bad. I’m not sleeping until 2 or after at night, so my days are really difficult. If the house were clean, I think that it would make a huge difference, too. I just feel drawn too thin right now. The stress of our financial situation is really taking a toll on me. I’m not eating, I’m depressed beyond words, and I still have to whip together my application and pull a decent GRE score somehow. I can’t do math. I’m not stupid, but there is something about math that just doesn’t make sense to me. I want it to — I think that some of the advanced math is really cool. I also feel so stupid because I can’t do it well. When I took algebra in college, I went to a professional tutor twice a week, did extra homework — sometimes 2 or 3 times — and still only got a B+ in the class. I busted my ass and now I’ve forgotten all of it. There is no way I’ll be ready by Friday. Luckily the test is adaptive, so if I answer one question poorly, they will give me an easier one. I just don’t see how this test will tell anyone if I’m ready for grad school. I am more than ready, which is obvious to anyone who talks to me or reads my work. Also, being tested on math is ridiculous if my program won’t require math (which it won’t — I’m going to study religions, philosophy, and gender).

Today’s set-back

First I will give you a little background in case you don’t know our situation. Dave and I went back to school in January 2006. I just finished this week (assuming there are no major revision needed on my thesis) and Dave will finish in May. We live off of school loans every semester and we are currently over $60,000 in debt just in those loans. We lived without hot water, heat (not that we needed it at the time), and cooking gas for about 6 months this year. We had to switch from cloth diapers, eat out of a microwave or toaster oven, and take cold showers. We took the kids to grandma’s house for baths. We have never been much over the poverty line, but we’ve never been as bad as we were this year. Something happened with my coursework and I suddenly found myself without enough credits to graduate. Thankfully my department came to my rescue and worked out a solution with the associate dean. Unfortunately, it cost me over $700. Someone I have never even met in real life (though we were at a party together over the summer) offered to loan me the money (when I thought it was only $650). An amazing classmate wanted to give me the remaining $100, but I told her that I would take it only on the condition that I pay her back.

Our tires were really, really unsafe, even for regular driving. I had to buy two snows last week because we could literally not even get traction. It cost $183, with a coupon and with them throwing in studding for free. We took it in to the shop finally because the heater blower doesn’t work. It’s been like this for over a year. Last winter was rough because it wouldn’t defrost and we could hardly see out the windshield. Well, it’s not the cheap fix we were hoping – it will be about $200 with a used motor. We also woke up to our cell phones being shut off. My sister is on our plan, so it doesn’t just affect us, it affects her family, too. She’s in rough financial shape too. So until we find $400, we have no phones and neither of us have home lines.

To top it off, we won’t be able to buy the boys any Yule gifts this year. We’ve NEVER been that broke before. Never. I just feel awful about that. I don’t want them to learn to value material objects, but they don’t get things throughout the year, either. It’s not like they are spoiled kids – they need clothes, we go to Thrifty Shopper if we can afford to. I just hate that we worry so much about money.

I feel so guilty when I get so depressed over these things. I know that we are about to get shut-off notices on our utilities, but social services can’t help us anymore (long story, but we owe them money because the federal guidelines are fucked beyond words). We have it so much better than so many people in this world. We are lucky to have family who helps when they can, we have a house, we are able to pick up internet from somewhere in the air, we get enough food stamps to feed our kids. Some people don’t have a home, don’t have food, die terribly from poverty-related diseases. We are so fortunate. So fortunate. But it is terrifying nonetheless. Dave is starting his seasonal job again this week, but it will be a long time until we see any of that money and it sure won’t be a lot. I am looking for a job but with my current (and hopefully temporary) physical problems, there aren’t a lot of choices for me. There are also very few jobs, as everyone knows.

I know that going back to school was the right decision – I never question that. I am so grateful that we were able to do that. Not only will be able to get better jobs soon (after MA level), but I have grown so much as a person. I have learned so much and am thankful every day for my education.

But this is where we are right now. I am sick of it. The stress affects us both physically as well as emotionally. I can’t shake the mono, either. What I need is rest and there is none of that to be had in this house.

Another beginning

I don’t know how many of these blogs I’ve started. I’ve had high hopes of writing about social issues, my personal research, and so on, but life keeps getting in the way. Well this time, it was life that sent me out to start again. I just need a place to rant and wonder aloud. I am fed up with the universe shitting on my family and I am sick of feeling terrified about how we are going to pay our bills (I don’t pay for internet; we use wifi when we can pick it up).

I will probably post some of my work here, too. I am in the process of finishing my undergraduate thesis. Technically it is done, but only because I was constrained by time. I plan to work on it for years to come.

For now, that is all I have to say. I will probably write soon about what’s going on today that got me panicked yet again.

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