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So last week, at one of the juvenile detention centers, we trained a bunch of peer educators. Part of their training is to go through the Face to Face program. We brought our speaker out, and while I like our speakers, she's not my favorite. She rambles a lot and often doesn't stay on track. This time was no different, in that regard. But, in her presentation (which came just before the heterosexism/homophobia piece) she rambled on and on about her issues with transgender people, and how she doesn't like to be around them, and also spent a lot of time talking about religion. She's a Jehovah's Witness, and while I don't have any problem with that, what I do have a concern with is the amount of religion related content she included in her presentation. (FWIW, I'm not the only person who thought that-there were two other staff members from here with me who were equally appalled. I can't even really express the horror that I felt after hearing her presentation.

And so my department head called the site to apologize. (There hadn't been any objection from the site, but that didn't make it okay.) While he's on the phone with my site contact (the assistant superintendant) she starts telling him she hadn't heard any complaints and talking about how incredible I am, and how I really know how to reach the kids and so on. A. came into my office to tell me about this, and I turned red. Total embarassment.

Was kinda nice.

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I'm wondering why, knowing that post surgery my diet will be severely limited to soup, applesauce, and other assorted non-throat irritating things, I'd choose chicken noodle soup for lunch. But I did. And it was good.

My mother will arrive in about 48 hours. And I'm stressing over this. It was much easier when I knew my mother wasn't coming. My apartment is cleaned (mostly-there are a handful of other things I want to do before she arrives) and de-porned. I bought (gag!) instant coffee. But I'm stressing about it. I feel invaded...I don't want my Mom at my place-mostly I just want to sleep and be left alone while I'm recovering. I'll arrange for the drywall repair to be done while I'm home, and hopefully the filing cabinet, and maybe a new desk. But I'n also not up for long conversations with my mother about dating, or children, or my job or anything like that. I'm hoping she'll just not ask some things...like what my relationship with aquariumgirl is. These are conversations that are stressful to have with my mother, whom I get along with quite well, but there's a right time and place for things. I expect I'm just not going to be in any state for rational conversation.

Tomorrow I'll do whatever last niggling bits of housework have to get done, I'll pack for aquariumgirl's place, where I'm staying on Wednesday night, and pick up some diet coke and some milk so my Mom has that in the house.

I'll be glad when this is done.