The Dean's List

Originally Published November 24, 2008 I headed out the door in plenty of time to catch the bus. I was so very happy that it was Friday - finally an end to a horrible week. As I had done all week, I cried as I walked up the street. How could it come to this? How did I end up back in Rochester, in the snow, and walking to the bus stop with my hot little car parked in the driveway? Why had God done this to me? I hate life! I boarded the bus and turned up my iPod so I could drown out everything. It was now Al Jarreau's responsibility to help me get through the hell aka bus ride I had to endure. After about five stops, the bus began to fill up. I was sitting in the front of the bus. At the next stop, a woman got on with a book bag over her shoulder and was carrying a baby in a front loading baby carrier. It was a very cold day, so she had zipped her own coat around the baby and had a blanket over the baby's head. I got up so she could have my seat. She only stayed on the bus

Originally Published November 22, 2008 Me and Kemet Have you ever had a day, week or a month where everything goes wrong? Well, I'm coming off of two of the worst weeks I can remember in a long time. I started out on such a high from the election. Beginning on election night, every time I would see or hear about President Elect Barack Obama, I would cry tears of joy! I spent most of that week helping my daughter get prepared for a once in a lifetime trip to California  (I will share more with all of you in January about this trip - mums the word) . By Thursday, she had everything she needed and was all set for her trip that Saturday. I am very proud of the things my daughter is doing. I cried again - this time they were tears of pride. I retuned home from work on that Friday to find out that my dog, best friend, son - Kemet had been sick most of the day. I rushed him to the Emergency Vet Hosptial - the news wasn't good. The Wake Up Club's Liz Medhin rushed to t