The first week of class has actually been pretty easy. One of our instructors is in Ireland baptizing her new baby so we have only really had two classes this week, which has been nice. I'm trying to get a head start on things and it seems to be working out. Next week, I'm sure, will be more of a challenge. One thing I'm starting to notice is that everyone keeps referring to me as "Patrick's girlfriend". I guess that comes with being one semester behind him. I now know how Katie felt following after me in high school. I'm wondering, half the time, if the instructors know my name...
Gemma and I were able to talk for a while today and I found out that she and Josh can start planning their wedding. She was offered and has accepted a job offer once she has graduated law school. I'm so proud of her and all that she has accomplished.
My dad's still not doing too well. We don't know how much longer he has but every time I see him he looks less and less like he used to. He's so uncomfortable and now with the kidney failure, the toxins are building up in his system and are causing him to itch. The water blisters on his legs are breaking and we're worried about infection. He says that he wants to go to the coast and sit by the ocean to have some time for introspection before he dies. I'm waiting for Karen to recover from her surgery before I start pushing. He and Karen are going out to my mother's house tomorrow to tell my sisters and mother that he has been declared "terminal". I'm worried that this will turn ugly. I really don't want my sisters to turn into the ones that require the comforting from my dad. That would really piss me off. I guess we'll see what happens and go from there.
