My future and how I'm going to get it right.

When I first signed up for my classes for the spring Semester I was so excited. I missed being in school hanging out with friends and having assignments to do. I haven’t been in school since I was in high school in 2008 and it feels like ten years.  I guess I didn’t realize how hard dealing with all of my family issues and trying to keep up with four classes would be. I’m trying really hard and I am putting everything I have into this. I hate not being able to spend all day with my kids like I planned but me finishing college isn’t for me it’s for them. I just want to give them a good life and I know this is how they are going to get that. I enjoy all of my classes and I want to do so well in all of them but it’s like the second that I’m trying harder in one class I lose focus on one of the others. I’m not going to lie it is pretty hard and way harder than I ever expected it to be.  My look on life and what I’m supposed to be and what I am becoming is starting to look the same instead of complete opposites.  I know what I want and I know what I’m fighting to get. I don’t think anyone can get in the way of my plan. The only people I have pushing me to succeed are my kids. The two people I wake up to every morning they are the ones that give me what I need to keep going and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

The emotions the book liar stirred up with me

The emotions the book liar stirred up for me are the ones I have toward my sisters and made me change my perspective on them. Yes they steal and they lie to no end but I’m pretty sure they don’t have a huge secret like micah does in this book. I could never understand what it is about my sisters that make them do the things they do. I live with my mom and they come over quite often and I had to go out and buy a door knob with a real key lock on it instead of the pop locks that my mom had just so I could keep my things. They lie about things that never matter and I guess after reading this book I was hoping to find logic behind it. I obviously did not but it’s always good to be hopeful though. I think that being a liar is hereditary I think it’s something in your genes that were passed down from generation to generation. Lying is a major coping mechanism to cover for something that has happened usually but in my case this is not true. My mom is not big on lying and neither is my father. But each of us has a different dad and both of their dads are liars so that is the conclusion I have come up with after reevaluating the situation at hand. I am just very thankful that I did not get those genes. Don’t get me wrong I do lie but I do it to spare the feelings of someone usually and I don’t do it very often because I try not to get in those sorts of situations.