What a Fucked Up Day
I've been away for awhile. I know. Moving took a lot of effort, fighting with parents over subletters was incredibly tiring, and finals drained me so much. All in all, everything turned out how I wanted it, though.
I'm working for the Batavia School District again this summer. I lost my cubicle/office space when they hired the new tech guy, but I did get a raise. It's kind of silly though: I'm in charge of such an insane amount of paperwork and don't have any drawers . I barely have enough desk space to hold a laptop and a stack of papers. Though it's nice, I get to share a cubicle with Laura this year, and she's always a lot of fun.
The really messed up thing is that today, the second to last day of the school year, I was informed I may have been exposed to viral meningitis. A teacher was hospitalized for it yesterday and everything has switched over into damage control. They yanked me off the project I was specifically hired to do to help crisis manage. And considering we need to be all prepped and ready for summer school on Wednesday, this was very bad.
I also found out that my best friend growing up is hella rich. Like hundreds of millions of dollars rich. And her dad is now running for congress. It's very bizarre. Well, not entirely. I knew there was money, and I knew her father was political, I just never realized the degree. I mean, he was a physicist when I saw him on a regular basis. It's so weird. I almost blew up a church (on accident!) with her and her brother once. What strangeness. Though I am happy that she'll be back from Stanford this summer to help campaign, which means I get to see her.
The other fucked up thing today is something I'm not sure I'm at liberty to talk about. It happened to Luke, but it was very upsetting. All I can is that a very fucked up thing happened on Myspace today. Like, extremely fucked up. Fucked up to the point where it could be turned into like a Dateline story, or 20/20. I'll write more about it late if it's okay with him. I'm just dumbfounded.
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