Hospital visits

are not fun. I feel so bad for my poor mom. She has Crohn's and an ovarian cyst. Her bowls are inflamed to the point where she only has smaller than a dime of an opening in part of her intestines. I went up to visit her after school with my siblings and boyfriend. She seems to be feeling better because she is on pain medicines. I bought her a red rose, a pink and white rose, two pink and white carnations, and a pink Gerber daisy. She loved them. I also figured out how to maneuver the blinds to let a little sunlight into her room. I don't think she wants to admit that she is sick. She fights with the doctors constantly about it. I wish she would stop smoking so maybe she wouldn't have as many problems.

School was decent. I think I could have made it into National Honor's Society if my counselor would have told me when to apply. This kind of frustrates me. A lot of things my school is doing lately frustrate me. I love East Peoria, the teachers are great and I can talk to them about life stuff, and not just school stuff. I feel like there is only an empty cast of a school left, as opposed to when I started as a freshman and everyone had so much school spirit. Where did our morale go?

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I disagree with the deans decisions on punishments, but to get demoted? Being a teacher, PJStar, isn't a 'demotion.' I felt so bad for those poor deans on Friday. Everyone knew what was going on and the journal star made them look like they were buying from Chris too. It definitely isn't right that when they move to a teaching position, two undeserving teachers are going to have to pay for their mistakes. Sometimes the ten year law isn't really all that great.

Jamie and I went out to Ming's last night for dinner. I saw two girls who wanted to sit with the people next to us but there weren't anymore chairs, so I offered the extra chairs at our table so they could move them to their table. Well I guess they misunderstood because they sat WITH Jamie and I all through our dinner date. One of them cussed the whole entire time and complained about everything. It was a fantastic date. Small world though, they live in Manito and my dad used to live there. They know my family. Weird. After an hour or so Jamie and I left, the Chinese woman who was our waitress gave me a two dollar bill as part of my change. I was excited because I've never had a two dollar bill. I guess Chinese people don't like them. I think I might scrapbook it.

Dad and I are tag teaming at the hospital today. He will go up there for a while with Matt and Sam, then I will go up there for a few hours. I just don't want her to be alone. I know I'm the daughter, but right now I feel like I need to take care of her.

xox,
L. Semonski