Another Day

Today I have my hearing for my appeal for unemployment benefits. I am nervous. I am afraid I will crumble and get really nervous and tongue tied. On the other hand, I know I will survive it, I just can't wait until it is over. I am officially hired in the local school district as a sub paraprofessional--as a special ed aide. Now I have to wait for them to call me to come in. It is not known to me how often they will call. How can I tell? It will be a day by day thing, but it is something as opposed to nothing at all. I am nervous, but happy. I just finished Harriet McBridge Johnson's book, "Too Late to Die Young." Although I am probably just as smart, she is muc h more outspoken and confident. I would like to have her balls. I enjoyed the book very much and think people could learn alot about disability rights and living with a disability from it. I didn't like the part about the NY Times Magazine. In the end she gave in to them about the pictures of her they wanted, despite the fact that she told them no on the issue multiple times. She sold out to them. I was looking her on the web for the pictures but haven't found them yet. We disagree on many things, Harriet and I, but I then all of us are not the same and cannot be lumped together. For instance, I believe in assisted suicide and I also think that Harriet should not have agreed to debate with Peter Singer. He is a dangerous man. A very dangerous man. If I am in a vegetative state I want my feeding tube removed, I don't care how much our society improves in including people with disabilities fully into society. I ahve seen too much in my work life, particularly in my last job a a social worker in a pediatric home with severely disabled children. I believe in personal choice. There's my lecture for today.