WIA to me - the honesty

intitialy i had never heard of it before my mom asked my counselor about my sister getting it. my dad had just lost his job [for the first time] and we weren't quite used to being able to get financial assistance of any kind being that his paycheck wasn't to shabby. i got called down in the middle of the day by my then WIA lady, Mrs. Wheeler who informed me that i to was eligable for the program. At first i was like 'uhhh. . .for finacialy impared people? thats fancy talk for poor people. were poor? UMMMMM when did this happen?' i guess i sorta took it as an insult being told that my family couldn't do things on their own & needed money to pay the bills. this hadn't ever happened before. to me it was a shock, an insult. 'excuse me? who are you to assume that i need or want this? how did you get to decide?' i didn't want the money for filling my planners or doing my work or raising my grades. i hated monthly checkups from Mrs. Wheeler then Ms Spotts later that year [until i got to swim class. that i didn't mind]
then i was asked to fill out paperwork for the summer program. 6 uninterupted weeks of YAY! funfunfun. & work. only kinda school-ish. but with money. of course i got money. money is always good. intro day was kinda dull but as is with intro day at school & place you go. i got to learn about cars for 2 weeks. not the most exciting topic but i really liked it. it was a lot of fun. then CAD with Mrs T. shes a cool cat. drawing & building houses. that was cool to learn how to do. and then 2 MORE weeks of computer apps. YAY, lets do spread sheets! WOO, WORD! & you can't forget publisher. oh wait, yeah you can. last day was field trip day. mosquitos sailing and bowling, ahhh the perfect match. all in all, not the worst expieriance but an overall good one. i met some kids i still keep in contact with today.
sophmore year i had Matt the WIA MAN! and he was indeed the man. i pretty much visited him every week even if he didn't call me down. most of the time he didn't. he was a lot of fun and even tho he owes me [never gave me checks for my planner ACH-HEMMMM] im not really mad. it's only like. . . $150. hes a cool dood. he didn't come back this year because, apparently, hes gonna be a lawyer. all i gotta say to that is 'TOOL. . . i'll call you if i need to sue somebody :D' i hope he dose well in all he tries for. i didn't do WIA that summer because i had to go to summer school. which, ya know, was totaly a blast. NOT.
this year, my junior year, i got Mrs. Keller. i told her on the first day she had some major shoes to fill. not you know the cliche reason but because Matt wore clown shoes. & of course the cliche one. shes been fun to. i got to do the WIA program again this summer even tho i was supposed to go to summer school for lit. im especialy bad at that. since the minimum wage went up like 3 times in the last 2 years since i was here, i get like $400 more than i did before. last time i bought myself an ipod & a bunch of clothes. this time i plan on loads of new clothes & dvds.
over the last 3 years i've learned quite a bit about pride and circumstance. i know now that recieving help isn't bad. although i'd still like to be asked first. and that every little bit counts. WIA to me is more than help for 'financialy impared people' it turned into something that helped a lot in terms of both social and financial needs and i learned a lot with this program. it turns out i needed to be taken down a few pride pegs and WIA was just the thing.
with that, thank you to all my past WIA ladies [and guy :)]


AmandaKay