I GOT IN!
So obviously I should stop saying, I'll do this more often, since it's been months since my last post. A lot has happened since then. Most importantly I graduated in May, and about an hour ago I received an email from the one and only graduate program I have applied to, telling me that I have been accepted! Needless to say, I'm totally thrilled! And my first class will be starting in exactly 3 weeks.
It's been a rather rough week, in the middle of a rather rough summer, so that bit of good news was really needed. I hadn't anticipated having so much trouble finding work for the summer. With my past work experience at both TW Ponessa and PCS I expected one of those two places to find room for me in their company. I've applied at pretty much all mental health providers in Lancaster, Lebanon, York, and Dauphin Counties, and I've gotten plenty of job offers for starting in the fall, I just can't find anything for the summer. So I'm still working as a nanny, which has been slightly depressing.
Even more depressing was what I have been involved with this past week. As most of you know, I few years ago my maternal grandmother suffered a very severe stroke that robbed her of her speech, and left her completely paralyzed on one side of her body. There also seems to be a lot of damage done to her cognitively, and she is confined to a nursing home. This week my grandfather, with the help of my mother, my aunt, and some help from me, has begun sorting through all of her belongings deciding on what he is selling, and what he is simply going to dispose of. Slowly my grandmother's house is losing all traces of her existence, which is very sad. This week in particular we've been focusing on the quilts she had made before the stroke. Since the tradition was that she'd make a quilt for her grandchildren when they got married, my grandfather is having all his unmarried grandchildren come over to the house on Wednesday to pick out a quilt. I've actually picked mine out already since i was helping to sort through them. The ones that aren't chosen are all being sold either to my grandmother's former customers, or they will be taken to auction, which breaks my heart.