It had been a year and a half since Ryan was born and I was merely existing. I was doing much better with my therapy and was up and walking and driving and doing pretty well, but I was still very much alone. Chris was in Germany, and I went and visited him for a week there and had an amazing time. I would love to go back and see so much more. We went to Berlin and I must have taken about a million pictures, but I couldn't believe that I was actually walking the same ground as my ancestors. Very cool. I have lived and visited all over the United States, but Germany was so foreign. Well duh. The people were very kind and it was soooo clean. I loved it so much. I wouldn't want to live there, but would very much like to go back and visit again.
It was time to start doing something, I couldn't remain static forever. I had to start living again. I went online and filled out a FAFSA and applied to Palo Alto College. Got some money, and registered for classes. I was scared to death. Would my pain and disability inhibit me so much that I couldn't do it? I was just going to have to find out once I got there.
First off I needed some kind of job. I needed money and the little bit of worker's comp. was not enough, so I started looking around campus. I saw in the special services department that they needed something called Reader/Scribes. The special services department helped disabled students with accessibility to the campus through a variety of services. Sign language interpreters, note takers, extended test time, and readers and scribes for blind and low vision students. Since I knew some of the people there, I figured what the heck and filled out the application.
I handed a woman named Renae my application and sat for about 5 minutes and she called me back for an interview. We talked for awhile and ultimately she didn't offer me the job of Reader/Scribe, but as her assistant, she being the Reader/Scribe services coordinator. Woo Hoo!! More money! The only problem was that I had to lie my butt off to get it. I knew Microsoft Word and how to use that, but they used Word Perfect. I figured that it wouldn't take me long to muddle my way through and get the hang of it. I did, and it all worked out.
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