Constant thought

My mom apparently has degenerative discs in her spine. Last week she could barely move. She blames it on trying to push up on her car window which won't stay up more. I don't know. It just constantly has me worried. I keep thinking I'm gonna have to drop out of grad school to go get an ACTUAL job and help bring in some money. I could maybe get into an Engineering job, but frankly the thought of it scares me more than anything. It became a field I wanted no part in. But of course there is money in it. I don't need a lot of money, but my family does. Medical bills, student loans, aging cars with something wrong always popping up. Bills. My mom wants to go to Pima next year, but how can she go to classes if she can't move around to work?

Well, freedom was fun while it lasted. Off to repeat the cycle. My mom had to go home and take care of my nana when she was like my age. Time weaves a tangled web that repeats itself. I wonder if I can take a leave of absence from the grad program. I am determined to get my Master's, and while all I need is one measly Engineering class for the Master's, I'm almost done with all the required coursework and would then only have research to do. I don't know.

I got to help out with a workshop encouraging minority students to do well in calculus. We introduced them to the first unit's worth of material and then let them see a testing rubric on how to get partial credit on stuff. I think it's a good idea but it needs to be more individualistic. They said they would like to have "lectures" on the material. We mostly focused on helping them work on worksheets and working in groups to figure things out. I liked it. I like teaching, although I don't think I'm very good at it. They say the best thing is to do what you love. I wonder if I can switch to math Ed, or maybe even just have a math ed focus if that's even possible. Kemosabe. I miss video games.