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nemorathwald) wrote2004-09-02 08:08 am
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Nightmares
Ever since I realized how close Andy's departure to PCC loomed, I've been waking white-knuckled and shaking from dreams which always ended either in tears or explosive rage. Andy and I and my friend
samuraijkm (a fellow PCC refugee) are climbing a maze of traps. A platform collapses and Andy falls into a bottomless pit. If you have any loved ones at all, you can probably imagine that my reaction was not a calm one. The dreams are always different, but easy to understand. I'm going to keep a close eye on PCC while my brother is there. So, it's like I'm dragged back to a horrible episode of my life I had happily left behind.
This week I went to our parents' house to drop off the Hellboy trade paperback Andy loaned me. Dad found it and confronted Andy about having bought it. This time he used a gently imploring tone which he's been practicing ever since
wulfthestampede and I stopped listening to anything he has to say. Dad realized he can't influence his kids just by demanding that they respect him. Considering that Andy leaves the nest this week, it's obviously too little too late. Andy has a adult's grip on reality that my dad will not shake-- but perhaps the military-school atmosphere of PCC will have better luck brainwashing him. Andy distinguishes reality from fantasies like Hellboy with a little thing we adults who live in the real world call "make believe." In this regard he is light-years ahead of our parents at the tender age of 18. After the confrontation, I went in and fished Hellboy out of the trash and said to Andy, "Unless you want to put up with four years of that, go to an excellent veterinary school like MSU. Do either one if that's what you really want. That's all I'm going to say."
What I should have done was confronted Dad by telling him I know lots of real-life witches and they're no worse than he is. In fact they're the same gullible fools that my parents are. Before the neopagans get all over my case about criticizing (which I will not retract), understand my point, that my parents need to hear and consider that in the eyes of their adult son who knows them well, they are the same as witches on the crackpot fringe of society. Now is the turning point in my brother's life as it was in mine, and I need to give my parents and PCC the tooth-and-claw fight of their miserable lives. So many PCC students stay there under the illusion that they would have nowhere else to turn. I need to start raising funds for plane fare home for Andy. A cash bucket on a table, with his picture and a sign reading "help give a second chance to someone in thrall to crackpot loons by an accident of birth!" I need to start hunting for scholarships and grants for him. I need to get an extra bed and set it up at my place for him. I need to start organizing an underground railroad for PCC students. I am going to FIGHT for my siblings!
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This week I went to our parents' house to drop off the Hellboy trade paperback Andy loaned me. Dad found it and confronted Andy about having bought it. This time he used a gently imploring tone which he's been practicing ever since
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What I should have done was confronted Dad by telling him I know lots of real-life witches and they're no worse than he is. In fact they're the same gullible fools that my parents are. Before the neopagans get all over my case about criticizing (which I will not retract), understand my point, that my parents need to hear and consider that in the eyes of their adult son who knows them well, they are the same as witches on the crackpot fringe of society. Now is the turning point in my brother's life as it was in mine, and I need to give my parents and PCC the tooth-and-claw fight of their miserable lives. So many PCC students stay there under the illusion that they would have nowhere else to turn. I need to start raising funds for plane fare home for Andy. A cash bucket on a table, with his picture and a sign reading "help give a second chance to someone in thrall to crackpot loons by an accident of birth!" I need to start hunting for scholarships and grants for him. I need to get an extra bed and set it up at my place for him. I need to start organizing an underground railroad for PCC students. I am going to FIGHT for my siblings!
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Donating
Righteous Anger
Continued...
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Does Andy have any particular skills, sports, or high test scores that might prove helpful? Does he have any particular animal or disease interests in relation to veterinary medicine?
Hrm. Actually, I've got a moderate Christian friend who graduated from the MSU vet school...should I dig him up for possible networking purposes?
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I am currently rubbing my temples and experimenting with beaming the feeling of my intense gratitude straight into your brain. Feel anything? :)
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I'll start hunting David. It's been several years since we've been in touch, but I figure I should be able to find him either via the MSU Vet School, or the Baptist group we used to both belong to. (:
For future plans...
Keep me posted. I have frequent flyer miles, too.
Re: For future plans...
PCC gives students a long Christmas break because they don't give any other breaks such as Spring break. So, that might be the time his semester ends. I don't know. This maneuver might come in handy as a card up our sleeve with the element of surprise... I'll bring it up with him in November and let you know.
Wow, 16 hours of Luke and the Grateful Dead. The mind reels. Especially if I could name a Grateful Dead song.
Re: For future plans...
Has Andy considered applying for a Pell grant? It's easy to apply for, and since it's a grant, he won't have to pay it back. That's what I did to go back to school, and they gave me 4x as much as I expected. It covers one year, and you reapply each year for a new one.
If he begins to run into trouble at PCC, go to fafsa.ed.gov to get things started.
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Powerlessness
This is so true. I remember what it was like. As a jobless young adult without self-reliant resourcefulness, I felt powerless. "Powerlessness" is the theme of this whole story. It comes about this way: Andy will be constantly encouraged in sermons to back up his life decisions as if they were beamed straight into his head by Perfection Personified, whose inerrant and infallible transmissions are held beyond question. In other words, self-reliance will be discouraged, creating an illusion of powerlessness. "God is my pilot, Jesus is my co-pilot, the Holy Spirit is my navigator and I'm asleep in the back seat." Which is fine if you want to end up in the tool-and-die business out of charity from your wife's relatives, but it does not get you into veterinary medicine.
So the next step in ruining our lives through helplessness is looking for God's will. When a person who prays and studies the bible feels several contradictory mental impulses from it, none of which contradict scripture, how could you even tell which one is truly "God's will"? How do students get this leading and guidance in answer to their prayers which they are supposed to be looking for? Well, it's not difficult to conjecture how they do it, because I can't count how many PCC grads told me the only reason they stayed was that without their support network (which was their parents and their church) they had nowhere else to turn. The life before adult responsibilities (in this I include those adults, falsely so called, who hand over those responsibilities to a god or goddess) is like a twig floating down a river, going with the flow. The flow is the support structure: the collective group. In college I interpreted my circumstances as my direct revelation so I wouldn't have to do the hard work of figuring out the most effective path to my goals. It was a seductive prospect, the opportunity to extend childhood and hold off the time when I would be thrown out of the nest and have to take care of myself. In my senior year it became very clear to me there is no contract between society and young people, "get a diploma and we'll have to give you a job." By then I had invested so much of myself, and especially of other people, that I felt obligated to go on and complete the dead-end track I was on.
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I'll also donate frequent flier miles, and (if I can) other funds to the "Bring Andy Home" fund.
-Karen
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