2004-08-14 - 3:19 a.m.

I've had an interesting couple of weeks since we've talked...

Lets see... some lady hit my car when I was having lunch with kristie and maile at chilis one day. She left a note saying that she hit my car, but no damage. Another person left a note telling me what kind of car hit mine, and the license plate. What a good samaritan. Since then, the lady who hit my car has given me hell. My insurance had to get involved cause she wouldn't accept fault. I had to make a police report and everything. Fortunately, my insurance company tracked her down, and got her insurance company to write me a check for $900 to get my car fixed. Funny thing is that Izaak was able to fix my car, and I pocketed the money. I guess it wasn't such a bad thing after all.

I finished all of my clinic hours and research. Which means that I finished school! I had a graduation party last weekend. My friends and I had dinner at cheesecake factory in waikiki, then we went to the Hyatt. I rented a hotel room for the event. At the hotel room we played board games and hung out. After my friends left, my sisters, Izaak, and I slept there for the night. I had a great time. Cheesecake factory is wonderful

I had an interview this week for the DOE central district. During the interview, I thought, "what are they interviewing me for.. I'm not an adult, I'm 12 years old!" I can't believe that teachers, kids, and parents are going to be looking to me for speech and language therapy. I'm such a goofball! They said I could start any time I wanted.. I told them I'd start the wednesday after I get back from vegas - oh, by the way.. my family is going to vegas next week to celebrate my graduation.

I can't believe I'm going to graduate tomorrow. I remember deciding to go into speech pathology in high school. I remember new student orientation, and the lady saying, "I don't mean to embarrass this person, but who was the person going into Speech Pathology?". I remember walking down to the speech pathology building one rainy day, and trying to find which one was my classroom. I remember my observation class where I had to watch the graduate students in therapy. I remember graduating with my BS. I remember making my parents mad by taking a semester off before grad school. I remember going for academic advising for grad school, and crying to Izaak, telling him I couldn't do it. I remember my first day of clinic - lots of toddlers running around without my control. I remember my DOE stipend interview - trying to convince them that I was worthy of their money. I remember taking endless classes that seemed to never end. I remember proposing and defending my research project. I remember staying up many nights til 6am studying for comps. I dreadfully remember taking comps. And now here I am... 7 years later. I'm done. I can't believe it. I've grown so much in the last 2 year - I've had to face a lot of challenges. Hmm, this 12 year old is growing up.