Life

Ok so let’s do a rundown of last Sunday to today. Presence I have two vehicles a car and a truck.
•Sunday: spent all day working on a friends car and ended up busting his rear window out of his car. (Something I had to replace) this was when I knew this semester was going to suck. I let friend borrow my car while I got his fixed.
•Monday: woke up late first day of the semester and made it to class with 15 minutes left to spare. ( found out I had a test in said class on Friday and homework due Wednesday). Second class was a grad class so it was a little more laid back. But we have homework due a week from Wednesday. Third class of the day another grad class laid back no work as of yet other than a 45 minute presentation to prepare for.
•Tuesday: woke up did not go into work like supposed to (went to get friends cars rear window replaced. Then I went to class found out I had a test and homework due that Thursday in that class he lectures.
•Wednesday: went to class like Monday but full of lectures. I skipped the last class of the day. I went to Ms. Harley’s ( her article is in my blog it’s a page). I then went to my new apartment I’m supposed to be moving into with my fiancé.
•Thursday: again woke up late missed work made it to school in time for test and failed the shot out of it. Got 90% of the homework done at least. Missed work that afternoon to work on test that was due in other class Friday. Went to Ms. Harley’s. Then back to my apartment.
•Friday: woke up to fine I had 38 missed calls from my fiancé she had car trouble and still drove her car to work. I got up went to school missed work that morning again. turned test and homework in. Went to work and then took off early to go fix fiancé’s car. Headed back to work to do a few things then as soon as I got back to work in my office I got a call from another friend “bruh my car won’t start I’m broke down in the middle of the street in a turning lane” “hold on I’m on my way.” I got to him fiddled with it a little then had it towed to my mechanic because I wasn’t 100% sure what the problem was. Went to ms Harley’s. Then back to the apartment.
•Saturday: woke up went to get Ms. Harley breakfast. Then I went to start working on the car I broke the window to to have my mechanic call me and tell me what he thinks the problem is to my other friends car. (Broken camshaft the head needs to come off and have it rebuilt if possible. Great, I then rent a U-Haul car hauler and take his car to his house. I give him a book and all my tools and tell him if he has the time and wants to start with out me he can. I head to ms Harley’s before I took him is car and then I head to the apartment.
•Sunday: move in day for myself and whatever else my fiancé has left to move in. Mainly my stuff since I had not had the time. This took all day finished by 8 pm and went out to one of my friends girlfriends parents house to hang for a bit. Went home with fiancé afterwards about 1am her and I get into it she leaves and go sleeps in the guest bedroom won’t let me be the one who leaves. I just was like I’m too tired to deal. Went to bed.
• Monday holiday: I woke up quietly got dressed gathered what I needed and left the apartment without telling fiancé or waking her up. Went to my parents to finish working in car I busted window out of took several hours. (Fiancé called me and apologized we made up on the phone.) Then I got my car back and called other friend to see if he was ready for me to come out. I go to his house to get the head and get him to bring me home ( I was letting him borrow my car while his was down). He had not finished like he said he had we spent two hours finishing removing the head. I then got him to take me home and I went to ms Harley’s and then back to the apartment. Was just physically and mentally exhausted at this point had not had a chance to work on anything for me that I wanted to.
•Today Tuesday: I woke up early went to work then school finished the test we started Thursday and I went and took that head to be rebuilt or give it to the guy that will rebuild it and went back to work. 4:20 I get a call and a text from my mom {(Ms. Harley fell and busted her head in her house and she is being rushed over to baptist east hospital would not be that big of a deal if she wasn’t 99)} I am stuck at work still till now waiting on someone who was supposed to be here at 5 to pick up something and I can’t leave because someone has to be present and I’m that guy. I have homework that is due tomorrow at noon and I’m just like fuck it. So that was my last well basically.

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Walks and thoughts.

As I walk at nigh from Ms. Harley’s to my parents I think a lot. There are approximately 246 paces from her door to my parents door. Not exactly what one would consider the safest part of town. I have never understood why some people get scared when they see a sketchy individual walking towards them or behind them. It’s like you automatically assume their bad.
I always walk with a slow and casual walk sometimes just a stroll without a care in the world but I always am aware of my surroundings. It bothers me when I meet people who would never come to my parents part of town. It gets old dealing with people doesn’t matter the race, that like to blame someone. You have white people that feel black people are the cause of our city being so bad, and you have black people who blame the white people for the problems the city is in.
I tend to lean towards putting the blame on white people (around here) we have a public school system that isn’t the best which has a lot to do with people giving up and not wanting to deal with bad children. You have parts of this town where people refuse to put there children through public school for lack of education. But I’m off topic.
A lot of this has to deal with how I was raised. Being a lower class white family gives one a different out look on life. Never really got to hang around wealthy people or people well off. Didn’t get a whole lot growing up and if it was something substantial I worked cutting yards to come up with the extra money. Was given a car that didn’t run had to buy two other cars and rebuild the engine in one of the donors, eventually had a running vehicle.
My parents sat and scrounged to send me to a private school that might be equivalent to a public school in parts of this city. Being raised by them and the way I was molded me into an independent and self serviced individual. It’s also taught me to treat everyone the same no matter how they are or look. I am also a very giving person, but lately I start to wonder if I could just leave it all.
Not wanting to deal with my city and how people live I’m ready to just leave. If it wasn’t for Ms. Harley I’d be gone. Working on my Masters degree is just a time filler because I do not want to start working for a company to just up and quit when Ms. Harley is gone. She has become one of the best friends I’ve ever had and an important person in my life that’s not family.

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