Jeff's online journal, ramblings, whatever.

Dying father

I couldn’t find my journal forever because it was hidden beneath my mattress. I go to Midvale Middle School now, in the ALPS program. And guess what? Unless you’ve read this, you never will. Julie Ohngren goes there too! Isn’t that just. . .weird? I have Stacy, Andrus, Reimschussel(Reimy!), Van Deuren (who knows Mrs. McKilligan), Gregrich, Woodger (pronounced with a “j” sound), and Soulia! You know what? Pages 1-8 have spanned 3 years, but pages 9-16 have all been 1995! Cool, huh? Notice the pen at the bottom has now turned blue! I couldn’t find my pencil so I started using this pen. I’m not sure what to write next. I’m not sure of anything anymore. I’ve had SO much STRESS over the last month, what with Dad & School and GYS(Granite Youth Symphony). Dad’s now sicker than a dog who has almost died but can still yell at people, which he does frequently. Luckily, it’s at an OK point right now. But last week, when he was taking so much morphine, he looked like a sagging statue who poops his diaper (that’s right, diaper!), sort of like a full-grown baby with really skinny legs. Grandma & Grandpa Parkes are here now trying to take care of him, and earlier came Aunt Linda (by herself) and Uncle Jon and Barbara. Gotta go. Ba-Bye!

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One response

  1. I take it back. This entry was the most discussion my Dad ever got in my journal. I don’t want to elaborate on him much more, except to say that everybody expected him to be dead before I was a junior in high school, but scientists made a breakthrough with protease inhibitors, which allowed him to recover to a certain extent and live until I was twenty.

    The first half of eighth grade was not a fun time for me. I had been placed in ALPS, which stood for Advanced Learning Placement School, or something to that effect. It was basically a gifted & talented program. I went to a lot of these over the years, and some I did quite well in. This was not one of them. I received my first (and, unfortunately, not last) F in English for the second quarter here, and the day my mom found this out she pulled me out of the program, sent me to Kennedy Jr. High, and put me on the tracking program (where the teacher had to sign a little card every day saying how well I did in class). At the time I thought it was a bit unfair (although the only reasons I was sad to leave Midvale were the band and my German class), but with everything else that was going on in my mom’s life at the time I guess it was just a little less stressful for her to be able to keep an eye on me.

    January 6, 2007 at 11:49 am

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