Part of the stomach stuff is no doubt attributable to the class. The other part is probably my dad. Then there's another thing: Jeremy. Jeremy is really being sweet these days, so it's not his behavior. It's just that I am doing a parental thing and worrying about his future.
He will be taking the assessment test at IVC tomorrow, and then will attend classes here, perhaps even during second summer session, if any are open by then. But he has already told me after taking four classes and perhaps passing 2, maybe one (we don't know yet) that he does not think he is really cut out for college. I think if he just agreed to use DS&P, things might be different, but it is up to him. But he would like to move out of the house.
We just don't have the money to do this for him, yet R. was talking about us moving into a one bedroom apartment so he could manage it. I don't think I could tolerate being an inch more cramped than I am now. Even if Jeremy were not living at the house, there would still be so much stuff, books, etc. We would be worse cramped than now, and my mess would accumulate faster. I couldn't stand that. He says not to worry, but I have been begging to move out for over a year now, and I don't want to wait much longer. It will always be something else.
Meanwhile, the apartment is a mess, the toilets don't work right, the stove is old and broken down, the carpets are disgusting, and the ceiling in the hall seems to be falling off piece by piece. Why should we pay the same thing we would pay for a brand new, clean apartment with working utilities just because it's difficult to move? I'm ready to pay for movers and do this thing myself, but know I can't because I can't pay for the security deposit. I'll just have to hang on a while more.