I hit 1250 hours last week... Only have 300 hours of school left.. The next 2 months are going to be the longest of my life.. Already I want them to be over... I hate to wish time away, cause this is the last acoupple months I get with my family, but I can't take it anymore. When I was in El Paso, I didn't worry about all the family shit.. I didn't care about the divorce, or moms rube of a boyfriend, or anything. They were just my family, no worry, they just were. I'd call them and wouldn't give the problems a second though after I hung up the phone. I only had to worry about myself and Z and thats it. Now that I'm home, all the pressure and