As of Late
Alright, it's been a while since I made the old thread about certain circumstances in my life (Refresher course if you need it). The following is a wall of text. You have been warned.
Since then, things have still been very up and down. I didn't really want to post anything else on the subject until I had some good news, but I do now, so first, I'll get you caught up.
After our time (three months) in the apartment that was reserved for homeless people ran up, Nanci called mom back (coincidentally) and invited us to live with her again, since Steve moved back out and she was now in the house alone. I did a lot of work outside and always did whatever she asked of me, but since I was no longer enrolled in school, she was always on my case about something. No matter what I did, it wasn't good enough for her. Pretty much the same old story as last time. After living with her for a while, Nanci pretty much turned into the same old ***** she was before and the tension between her and us (mom and I) eventually reached a peak, after which, Nanci wasn't talking to either one of us anymore.
Somewhere around January 20th or the 22nd, Nanci told us she was going to the train station to go pick up Steve again. We'd been told he wasn't coming back until February, so we were planning to move out by the first, but suddenly, Nanci sprung it on us, saying he was pretty much back already. Needless to say, mom and I packed up what we could (which wasn't much at the time) and we left immediately. We didn't really have anywhere to go, 'cep' for our last resort, the Community House on Broadway.
The Community House on Broadway is a homeless shelter, yes, but it's also a rehab house. Lots of different types of people wind up in there. Ex-felons, drug addicts, alcoholics, domestic violence victims and general homeless folk. They have a system with pretty strict rules and even stricter enforcement thereof, but I was doing well there. For a long time, I was considered to be the "golden boy" of the place. I have a lot of promise, optimism and enthusiasm, and I was always on everybody's good side.
But after three months of living there, things went South. To quote JD (another resident who recently moved out on good terms), I "had a target on your head". Linda, (the case manager) who was previously very much on my side, had suddenly turned on me for no reason I could find and when it came time for me to turn in my job search sheet, she didn't like what she saw. I didn't expect her to, of course, because I'd only applied for EVERY JOB I QUALIFIED FOR that I could find online. Seeing as how I'm a recent GED graduate, can't get into college courses and my previous work experience is non-existent, getting a job was a big challenge. Especially since my resume had the Community House's address on it. The Community House has a pretty bad rep in town, seeing as it does house a bunch of recovering alcoholics/addicts, etc. so discrimination against people from that place is common (as mom and I have recently discovered when trying to apply for apartments).
Linda gave me one week's notice to get a job or at least have a more impressive job search sheet or I'd have to leave. I was devastated. I couldn't do anything the rest of the day 'cep' mope around. Having tutored the previous day, I'd gotten the last volunteer hour I needed for the week, but I hadn't written it in yet and after receiving my one-week's notice, it was the last thing on my mind. So on Thursday morning, I was served my final write-up by another staff member and asked to leave by noon that day (May 3rd).
I moved out, but I had nowhere to go. Technically, I still don't. I've been sleeping in the van ever since then and the staff overwhelmingly thinks it shouldn't've happened in the first place, but since it's been done already, I can't get back in for another six months. The only other shelter around here is run by the Salvation Army and it's done on two week vouchers, so WHEN THEY HAVE A VACANCY (which they don't yet), you can only stay there for two weeks. I don't know if you can get another voucher, considering they only give five vouchers for showers in each person's lifetime. Five showers. For life. I couldn't believe that when I heard it. But I've been showering in the church and the Community House (Phil still lets me do that). If push comes to shove, I can shower at school, too. I still get meals from the Community House, too as they always let non-residents come in whenever they're serving.
Since I've moved to Longview, I have become a volunteer tutor and (more recently) a teacher aide at Lower Columbia College (I enrolled again in Spring quarter despite having already obtained my GED 'cuz I want to get my math levels up before I start studying statistics for my psychology major in fall quarter; if I get in on scholarships. It's a big if, but I've got a pretty good shot at it, considering I have four letters of recommendation). At the end of this week, I'll actually be subbing for my teacher too, since she has a meeting coming up. My sister recently hired me to help out with her publishing company. I've received an award for my tutoring services at the Longview Public Library and I'm due to receive a reward for my achievements in Adult Basic Education and service to the community (Tuesday, May 29th).
So it's been a pretty eventful month for me. Some bad stuff happened, but a lot of good stuff has happened, too. I've also been doing some writing projects and I started another story (Special sneak preview exclusive to ggFTW) over the previous weekend that will probably become a screenplay in my next draft. I've also been encouraged to write an autobiography, but I don't really want to until I have a happy ending to work with. Things are still looking bad in some respects, but some things are looking good. At least these days, I'm putting a lot more effort into things and that's going to make all the difference.
Edit: Oh and I forgot to mention I'm going to be something of a substitute teacher at LCC on Friday. Go me?
Edit 2: Story behind my upcoming award.
Three bedroom house for $450 a month, all utilities included. It's not what you know, it's who you know.
Thanks for sharing!! It's good to see that you're hanging in there and getting on with each day. I have been tagging along with church to head out onto the street one night each week to eat and talk with them, people end up there for all sorts of reasons :C and some of them couldn't get into employment because they simply don't have the skills/intellect/mental state to do so. It is sad to see that was the furthest the Salvation Army could go, but from what I have gathered, Christian ministries to the poor are severely underfunded. The guy who's in charge of the current ministry I am tagging along to - worked in it for 12 years and he has to sacrifice a lot of time and most likely his own resources too to keep it running.
Anyhow, keep hanging in there man, it seems you could begin to see some light at the end of the tunnel! I'll pray for you :) I hope somehow you'll manage to find Christ too!
As for the Christian organizations being underfunded, it's not just them, it's everything. Social security seems to be evaporating from everywhere when so many people need it the most. It's not bums and crazy people that wind up homeless. It's pretty much everybody these days. My mom's roommate at the Community House was a girl from a wealthy family who just married the wrong guy and he abused her 'til she left. She had nowhere else to go, so she wound up there.
The government needs to get its ass in gear. I seem to recall something about it being of the people, by the people and for the people or something along those lines and it seems like we're all being abandoned unless we've done drugs or committed felonies. Because those are the people who are never denied social security. Those are some backasswards priorities.
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