I'll miss highschool...a lot. A lot of great memories, made a lot of great friends, met all kinds of people, and I've had all kinds of fun. Would I go back and do it all over again? Probably. When first entering High School teachers always stressed how fast it'll go by, not ture (granted I can remember some things from Freshman year like they were yesterday). Looking back, I feel I've grown quite a bit. Physically and mentally I've matured. Looking back, I also feel bad, I feel bad that not everyone got to enjoy themselves as much as I did. The kids who may have been picked on or extremely shy the entire 4 years; talk about missing out. Hopefully College won't be more of the same, but life is what you make it. Speaking of College, I'm planning to go to County then transfering to University.





Hasta la vista, baby!

I was always glad I wasn't like those little kids on TV where their silly goldfish or hamster died and then had to have their parents explain to them about death. My mother had a dog, as did my older brother, when we used to live together. Those dogs mate and from the nine pups I got to keep one. I was 10 years old at the time. In the past several years there's been so much change in my life, that I just now realized also included my dog.

I've been moving around a lot, etc; just a lot of things I'm noticing my dog's been there for. Unfortunately I didn't pay too close attention to the changes in my dog. It's been a crazy year so my mother and sister have been kind enough to really bare most responsibility of Buddy (my dog's name--not original at all, but that's why I picked it, that's my sense of humour). I did start paying attention in these past couple of weeks, though, as I've been the one feeding him and such. Nobody could really figure out why he hasn't been eating (the vet, once again, had to go over the blood work and x-rays). The Vet gave us some special food, but he just threw that up. He was just moving extremely slow (only some of the time, which really through me off) and had his normal days, and days where he looked downright depressed.

He's had some shots, and we've been trying to get him some more fresh air. The Vet had some tablets to give him. My mother reminded me as we were on the telephone and mentions Buddy's shallow breathing from earlier this morning. I find the tablets down stairs and then blanket it in a small piece of bread. Lo and behold as I proceeded around the corner, open the door, there Buddy is-except he's not Buddy anymore. Although I already saw the defecation, I couldn't help but try to call out to him. Supposedly he might've had cancer.

Despite being 18 years old, I felt like one of those little kids on TV. A silly goldfish or hamster didn't die and my parents didn't sit me down to have a talk, but I still cried.