The other night I completely forgot about a half-term semester class that was supposed to start until the last minute. I have the same teacher for the class right before the half-term class, and she reminded me about it. I don't know sometimes why I sign up for all of these classes, but then I remember that I changed my major halfway through and I need 15 units a semester in order to get my step-father's health insurance. My family tree is weird, and hard to explain. My mom and dad really never should have gotten together, but fate stepped in and they did. My mom got pregnant, on Halloween after a party, and so my dad proposed and they got married in December. About a year after the birth of my little sister, who was also conceived after a drunken party only a New Year's one this time, my mom left my dad. At the time we were living in Florida just off of a Navel base in Jacksonville, and he was into drugs. He spent every military check on drugs and snack food for himself, and didn't leave anything for my mother to pay bills or buy groceries with. We didn't eat a lot during those times, and when we did it was crackers covered in milk. After my dad got dishonorably discharged for pot use, my mom left him. IT was hard, there were some incidents, but we got out and we went to live with my mom's parents. My grandparents basically raised us with my mom, and I love them very much. As for my dad, I call him a sperm-donor now and I haven't seen him or spoken to him in over two years now.