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Ya Learn one new thing everyday...

Ok so, I'm making it through the work week. Lots of fun stuff to do, like sorting through all the most tedious and cranky data I've ever had to sort, going to a luncheon honoring those who have served or are outstanding students with disabilities, and surprising our administrative assistant today with donuts and coffee and a decorated office and a big ole card!

Oh, and so far I've raised $75 towards suicide awareness this week. On May 1st we're having a walk on suicide prevention. A lot of this is in reaction to the two suicides we had in my buildings.

This morning I went to a workshop on how to help my LGBTQ students better identify whether jobs they are interested in are a good fit for them, by state laws, nondiscrimination policies, domestic partner benefits, and industries that tend in general to be a little more gay-adjacent, or even possibly alleys to our transgender folk. That was nice, I always jump at the chance to learn more about ways to help marginalized communities, especially the LGBTQ because I have some people I LOVE LOVE LOVE who identify as gay or lesbian: People I've worked with, or currently work for or WITH, or even MENTOR. I have currently have two student leaders I mentor who consider me part of their family, and that is very important to me, family comes in all sorts of ways. The workshop was given by the associate director of career services, who is openly heterosexual, but also a very open and accepting individual. LOVE HER, she is so awesome on multiple levels. She gives lots of talks on networking and is a fun person to hear speak in general.

Then, (yes, it gets even better than this!) She's also my life coach and I go back to see her tomorrow after a 4 month "cancer sabbatical". I can't believe what state I would be in if I hadn't had 6 months of  life coaching prior to my crazy "seizures, then brain surgery, then cancer diagnosis, then 2 months of treatment, all in less than 3 months time" fiasco. I'm feeling like tomorrow is going to be a version of "coming home." My coach, a good 20 years my elder, has a lot of life experience and training on how to be a good coach, she will have some weaponry for cancer prepared by the time I get in tomorrow.This is in addition to all the guidance I got pre-cancer. This reminds me of another teacher I will talk about soon.

Brett is doing good, which is also good news for me. I'm an older sister, I worry about those kinds of things.

In bad news updates, today I had a seizure for the first time since April 3rd. Not too bad, very mild, although I'm bummed about killing my 24 day track record, I'm not surprised. Two days of headaches, eating more salt than I normally do, and a rough night of sleep. I had it comin! I will drink plenty of water, eat my protein and take nap. Also, it's been sunny, humid, cloudy, rainy, freezing, sunny, cloudy, windy, and sunny again all within the last 24 hours, so my head may be reacting to the pressure changes. Who knows.

So, a day where I learned how to help those I love a little more, I was part of a ceremony recognizing some FANTASTIC students who also happen to have a disability, (a group of people I have now joined with my seizures and diagnosis), and am very excited about all the fun stuff for tomorrow with restarting coaching!

I learn more, and more and more and more every day, for me, this is one less thing to worry about!

"The purpose of learning is growth, and our minds, unlike our bodies, can continue growing for as long as we live." -Mortimer Adler

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