There's a rock museum in my room--a prop from one of the classes my mother taught. I told her I wanted it because it reminded me of when I'd collect rocks as a child. There's tiger's eye, obsidian, and a smooth green stone.
My mother lost her job last week; spent the past few days searching for jobs. I wonder if she's given up on teaching.
So now I'm the only one in the house who's employed...Maybe it'll be a little cleaner around here at least...
