Picture me one happy mama--KidOne got accepted to her first-choice college, Sac State. Going to Sac State means she doesn't have to move and she doesn't have to look for a new job (there is no way she would ever find another job as good for a college student as the one she has now). So much has happened in our lives the past few years, and it's all affected KidOne and her progress to a four-year school. And then there were the bureaucratic snafus, which never seemed to end.
One semester, for reasons never discovered, the junior college computer system dropped KidOne's entire schedule--she had signed up for classes, gotten into the ones she needed, and then something happened in the computer system and her record was dropped. No explanation. School personnel never could figure out what happened and said they couldn't fix it as other students had gotten her spots in the classes. One teacher allowed KidOne to get back into her class, but the other teachers couldn't, as KidOne's 'vacated' spot was gone and the classes were full. She was able to get into some other classes that she found interesting, but those didn't contribute much towards her goal of transfer.
Another problem was that she needed a two-class series, requiring two semesters to complete. The first class was always full, as California's junior colleges are so woefully underfunded. KidOne couldn't get priority to get into the class because priority was only given to students who had one semester remaining and as long as KidOne needed this two-semester series, she could never get priority status. After a full year of unsuccessful attempts to get into that class at her school, she was able to enroll in it at another junior college forty miles away, commuting to that school for that one class when gas was over $4 a gallon.
And then there were her mental health issues. KidOne has struggled with depression for years (and was just diagnosed as bi-polar, which much better fits her history). She lost a complete year to a massive recurrence of the depression, failing almost all the classes she took that year. KidOne never gave up--she got back to the doctor, went back on medication, got herself together, and has repeated all those classes, getting mostly A's and B's the second time around.
Picture me one proud mama. My girl never gave up, kept getting back up after being knocked down, and she's made an enormous step towards her final goal--an RN with a business degree or focus, with the possibility of Nurse Practitioner or an advanced degree in gerontology down the road. And she's bilingual, too! KidOne got her CNA (certified nurses' assistant) out of high school and worked in the Alzheimer's unit of a local retirement home, where she found she had a real skill and love for working with that population. Some agency or facility down the road is going to be very lucky to get her.
It is so wonderful to have all three of my girls making such huge progress along their individual paths to maturity and self-sufficiency. They keep me going, that's for sure.
In another bit of good news, yesterday I figured out that I could post a note on our favorite paralysis forum about my idea of trading housing for care. This morning I got a message from someone who said she knew of someone in exactly the area I want to go to; the writer said that she was passing my post along to that person to see if he/she would be interested in contacting me. (Why I didn't think of posting something on that forum in the first place, I'll never know, except that I do tend to take the longer way to every goal.)
Maybe there really is light at the end of our tunnel.