I gradumacated my foster/adopt PRIDE class on Sunday! Yay! I got my little certificate and everything! I officially donated my weekends listening to people talk and got a certificate for it! (Honestly though, the speakers were awesome!)
Last Friday I went and got my TB test done and did my fingerprinting.
The TB test was a tiny needle that went under the first few layers of my skin on my left arm. She forewarned me that it would leave a really strange bubble effect on my arm…It didn’t stop me from freaking out when I saw it! It looked like I had some weird growth or HUGE whitehead/zit on my arm. And it started bleeding. So I had a nasty looking cyst type thing. And I had to go in public still.
I ended up with random blood dots all over my shirt.
Thanksfully the bubble of ick went down by the time I was fingerprinted at the State Patrol office. I am afraid that with the lack of english that the fingerprinting lady spoke, she somehow would think I had leprosy on my arm or something. But as I said, it just looked like a small veiny bruise by then.
One of the girls that was in my PRIDE class was the most.annoying.lady.ever. She was EXTREMELY soft spoken and no matter how hard the teacher guy tried to get her to speak up, she would always say it’s because the vents were blowing too loudly over her head and she couldn’t hear…um, we can’t hear YOU lady. You can hear yourself in your head I hope?
Every day Crazy Annoying Lady would bring in several different containers. All of soup. Different kinds of soup. But still soup.
And she would slurp them. Not the little “oops, I slurped a bit” but the full fthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht, with some of the noodles popping up and smacking their wet end on her face. Well, except when she had the world’s most smelly broth type of soup. That she dipped her bread with oddly colored cheese into.
She ate soup about three times every class.
After a full morning on the first day of class, listening to her slurp, I had already mentally evaluated that I hated the fact she was breathing my oxygen and no matter what she did, it would drive me nuts.
And she drove several other people nuts too – that is one thing I love about “micro expressions”…they are SO easy to read on people.
For the most part, everyone in the class was extremely nice. A lot of kinship folks in there. There was one couple that were a tad…whacky. I can’t think of any other way to describe them. No matter what she was correcting the teacher on (yes, because she knew EVERYTHING because she went to college and volunteered with kids once), her husband always looked at her with a mixture of cracked out-ness, fear and sexual ick. She was a biiiig girl. He was a scrawny Teva sandal wearing peg legged pants wearing wee man.
And she always sat with her legs as far apart from each other as humanly possible. In her skirts. While constantly talking about how nothing but whole foods and organic were allowed in their house and how they worry about biological parents trying to rape them. Or something…but that isn’t too far off.
Anywho, I got my TB test read and I am negative. I wasn’t exactly concerned. But still – that would be my luck. Everything else checks out but I have TB or something. Or leprosy.