Happy New 2009!!

Holly flappercorns it's here already! 2009! Wow how time flies. It seems like yesterday I just barely started High School. Well there's at least a few nice things about it. A lot of my friends are finally turning sixteen so I won't be alone and we can all go on group dates! Finally. I remember us all talking about it last year, now the time has finally arrived. The new semester starts soon too. Great. T.T I'm still struggling. I'm trying to adjust to High School Work, and life. I'm taking Drivers Ed. And I'm not excited. I'm actually kinda nervous at the prospect of driving myself and others around. 0.0 I guess i'm weird because every teenager I know seems ready to jump in the drivers seat and take off. Anyway's, I had a pretty good Christmas. I got just about everything that I wanted. I got a lot of nice fragrances from Victoria Secret. Some Feng Shui items, a gold and waving Neko Cat, an alto sax necklace, some gift cards (which I've used to buy some clothes already) and one sweater and long sleeved shirt from my loving grandparents. It's been a pretty good year you guys. Though, it's been a really tough one. What with us almost moving, me getting MRSA and going to Primary Childrens, and starting High School to boot. This New Year, we're going to strike the iron while it's hot. It is time for us to welcome the Year of the OX. To learn more about what to expect from the Ox, check out this linke <http://www.theholidayspot.com/chinese_new_year/more_zodiacs/ox.htm>.
I hope you guys are all having a wonderful New Year, and I can't wait to hear from all of you once again!

5 days till Christmas!

WOW! It's almost Christmas! I can't believe how fast this year has gone by. School isn't the best right now, a few of the teachers at school seem a bit miffed at the students. I think they're strained too because they have to buy presents with such a low salary too. Still, they get more money than a lot of others now. Did you know the state has recently cut the Police and Firefighter budgets again so we don't have to touch our education? They still are getting a bit more than some, so personally I think they should remember what all their signs say, "I have the best job in the World." Anyways, I've updated this and now I'm up at my grandparent's house for Christmas. I miss you all, and I can't wait for the break to be over so we can all talk about how fun our Christmas was. Yes I know we all have tests, so that bright light at the end of the tunnel is really a train, but I still can't wait for us all to get together and compare Christmas's. (By the way, it's been predicted in my Debate Class that I shall receive everything that was on my Christmas list. HIYA!) Don't forget to post here on what you get for Christmas. I still want to know in advance. And I'll do the same for the rest of you. Mwah, Happy Christmas in five days everyone!

BAND!

Alright, the last post was a bit long for me, so I decided to vent here and post about it instead. I am just going to warn you now, I am a band geek through and through. Nothing makes me happier than to play with the band. HOWEVER! Due to the incident in May which made me bed ridden, I was unable to join the Marching Band, as well as Jazz Band 2. Now I thought I could somehow cope with this, Band is very fun no matter the level. EXCEPT for the fact that our teacher is completely spoiling the higher bands and ignoring us. Alot of the kids in the lower bands don't care though, but I do. The one thing that is really tearing at me right now is the fact that both the bands are going out of state for amazing competition trips! Marching Band get to go to Las Vegas this Saturday. And Jazz Band 2 get to go to New Orleans! Alright, it's enough to not be in the bands with the people you've known since seventh grade, but then when they rub it in our faces and brag about how they get to go to these awesome places. Now I'm not saying everyone in these bands do this. There are a few who don't forget their friends no matter what band they're in. Another thing, what's really getting my goat is that half the people in these bands are complaining! Yes complaining that they have to go! I'd smash my saxaphone to pieces just for a chance to go. Sorry, had to vent. It really hurts because, I've played with these people for three years, we were like a family. And now it feels like I've been disowned. At least on Friday I get to go to Riverton for a Debate competition. Debate is great! It doesn't matter if you're a novice, or if you just are taking that class to fill in a period, you're treated the same! No one is stupid or beneathe you. And basically, you all get to go to the same competitions (yes there are different levels in them, but they're in the same place), except for maybe two. And that's the national tournaments or the State finals. But those are like in Alta or Lone Peak. You could tag along just to observe if you wanted to. I really miss Band back in Jr. High. When it was actually a family, where the band supported one another and played for the enjoyment. Even when I was in Symphonic Band (highest band in Jr. High), we helped out the younger bands, and hung out with them. But now I just feel a little neglected. I love band. LOVE it. And even if I couldn't play, I'd do my best to come and show support. Which I've done at the foot ball games. I've only missed one foot ball game. ONE! The rest, I was always with the band. But especially now, it feels like all my attempts of showing support and trying to make the band, not a class, but a group of friends and family who love to play and make music, a complete and utter waste. And that some are just crushing me beneath their heel.

Next year...I'm going to fix Band. I'm going to show what Band is supposed to be about. It's about Family, and Music. Not about grades and trophies. As long as we're having a good time, nothing else matters. (Unless of course you're slacking and not putting any effort into it. You get my drift.) Anyways, thanks for reading guys. Post at ya latter!

Boys Point of View VS. Girls Point of View

Alright, so I got this really cool chain mail from a friend of mine on the Boys Point of View on what girls do. So I decided to post it here, and make up a Girls Point of View on what guys do as well. Of course both guys and girls can post other things here if they want to add any. Have fun reading!

From a
Guys point of view:

1.
We don't care if you talk to other guys.
We don't care if you're friends with other guys.
But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy
walks into the
room
and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us,
yeah, it
pisses
us off.
It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten
minutes
without
even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

2.
We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we
do get a
little
concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait
till the morning.

3.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/
cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.
Don't tell us we're wrong.
We'll stop trying to convince you. The hottest thing about a girl is confidence.
Yeah, you can quote me.

4.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of
the mood I'm
in.

5.
LET US PAY FOR YOU!
DON'T 'FEEL BAD'
We enjoy doing it.
It's expected.
Smile and
say 'thank you.'

6.
Kiss us when no
one's watching.
If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be
more
impressed.

7.
You don't have to get dressed up for us.
If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't
have to feel
the
need to
wear the
shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of
makeup you
own. We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you
are.
honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's
just in her
pj's.
or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up

8,
Don't take everything we say
seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

9.
Don't get angry easily.

10.
Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

11.
Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or
Jesse McCartney (Or Matthew Mcconaughey for all you grace people, not to mention names)
is
in front of us.
It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for
that.

12.
Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'
I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me
with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/
cutie/
hot' or
whatever
else you can think of.
on the other hand I'm not saying I wouldn't like it ether ; )

13.
Girls, I cannot stress this enough:

IF YOU AREN'T BEING
TREATED RIGHT
BY A
GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM
TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY,
DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL
TREAT YOU
WITH UTTER
RESPECT!!!
Someone who will honor your
morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your
lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them
feel.
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in
the
eyes....and
say 'I love you' . ......AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!

*****Give the nice guys a chance*****
**************************************************

(Must be 16 or Older in order to follow these pieces of advice that have been given by a guy.)
*holding hands*
Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a
couple of
times.
Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.
*Cuddling*
Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold
Guys : Automatically move closer to her.
*Movies *
Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt
your head
on his
shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.
*Loving each other*
Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her
eyes, give
her a
peck on the lips, and tell her you love her
too... And mean it.
*Laying below the stars*
Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your
head on his
chest
and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat
Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.

From a
Girls point of view:

1.
We do care if you're talking with other girls. Unless you treat us more speical in front of them, then your treating them.
We do care if you're with other girls. (this is from majority survey btw.)
When you're sitting next to us, and some random girl
walks into the
room
and then runs over, gives you a hug, you hug her back, completely ignore us, and she cooes and giggles over you, we are jealous and we are pissed off. No matter how much we're smiling. In girl language, she is rubbing it in our faces that she has more attention from you, than we do.

It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten
minutes
without
even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. (This is the same for both sides. Sometimes we'll just leave.)

2.
We don't care if a girl calls you, but at 2 in the morning we
do get a
little
concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait
till the morning. (Same as well for both sides.)

3.
Also, when we tell you you're handsome/ strong/ smart/
athletic/ amazing, we mean it and we also want compliments back from you.

Tell us we're wrong and we'll just tell you over and over again till you're simply annoyed at us.
All we want is for you to sincerely compliment us. Or even better, give us a hug and say, "Thanks *insert name/cutesy name here*."

4.
Don't be mad at us if we forget to let you open the door for us, pull out our chair, or just to let you act like a gentleman. We've been surviving on our own for years and it's kinda new and strange to us that guys actually want to be nice and polite to us. Not to show us they can burp the ABC's.

5.

WE DO HATE IT WHEN YOU PAY FOR US!

We will not stop you from paying for us, but deal with it when we whine and whimper.

We enjoy doing it.
It's expected.
Just grin at us and say, "So what do you want?"

In the end, we will give in, one way or another.

(Note: IF we take about five minutes and still haven't budge. Just order something random. If the girl's picky, just get her a fricken plain salad or something. If she's not, order anything and she'll eat it because she knows it's rude to refuse food made for her and paid for.

If you have no clue, you're screwed.)

6.

Kiss us when no
one's watching.
Unless we're seeking revenge or to make someone else jealous, do not kiss us in public! Like the school hall for instance. A lot of us are shy and do not want the whole school to see our little moment of pure romance.

We want it to ourselves.

We are selfish jealous beasts.

7.
Dress up for us!
We love it!

It makes us feel like you care a lot about us that you took time to make yourself look good while we were on your mind.

(Especially if all you wear are baggy jeans and a faded t-shirt every day. If you're taking us on a date or want to make a really good impression on us at school, where something like a button up collared shirt with a t-shirt under it, and your good jeans! Then, do your hair! Really, it works wonders. She will notice. She may not say it, but she will notice!)

8.
Don't take everything we say
seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily.

9.
Do not ramble on about cars, mechanic stuff, hunting gear, your favorite team, etc.

You have your buddies for that. And unless the girl is sincerely wanting to learn, (or we're usually just feigning it and wanting to spend more time with you) just don't talk so much about it.

10.
Whatever happened to the word 'breathtaking'/'beautiful'
Girls adore it and will tell the whole school how amazing and romantic you are

if you are creative and use synonyms to beautiful. Some are like:

Radiant, Spectacular, Gorgeous, etc.

11.

If you truly like us, then show us!

Do not treat us like you treat other girls!

Do not treat us differently in front of your friends!

Be proud if you like us!

Otherwise you make it look like it's hard and a pain to like us.

If you hug us, then hug another girl, we will be jealous, and will think

that we are not as special to you as the next girl.

13.

GUYS, I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING
TREATED RIGHT
BY A
GIRL, DON'T BE AFRAID TO DITCH/DUMP/BREAKUP WITH HER SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-FEMALE-POPULATION! FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH RESPECT!
Someone who will honor your
morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your
lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them
feel.
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in
the
eyes....and
say 'I love you' . ......AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!

*****Give ALL girls a chance*****

Alright, if you have something you want to add/change/debate, then post away my friends! Post away!

HomeComing!!

Oh my goodness I haven't updated this place in so long! But now I have something really exciting to type about. This past Saturday (Oct. 11th 2008) I went to homecoming with my date Drew Richmound (I hope I didn't spell his name wrong.) But it was so amazing and really fun. We went as a group with his other friend Urvan, and his date Megan. On Saturday we went to see a movie in the afternoon first. The movie was an inspirational football story type of movie called The Express. Really appropiate and a pretty good movie. (Warning: It's kinda Long.) But it was a pretty good movie. Drew was such a gentleman, he always opened the doors for me and let my go first for everything. After the movie we all went home to get ready for that night. I dressed in a dazzling dark plum colored dress. My awesome Mother of course, did my hair and makeup. (As well as she picked out the hair clips and jewelry.) Urvan was the first to arrive at my house, aparently Drew was supposed to meet up with us here. And he was ten minutes late! I didn't mind, but Urvan was hilarious and having a fit. "PUNCTUAL!." He said over and over again. It was funny. When Drew got to my house, he had bought me a crosauge! It was beautiful! He also had bought a dress shirt and tie that matched my dress to perfection. It was so sweet. So we picked up Urvan's date, and after we found out Olive Garden had an hour wait, we went to another Italian resteraunt nearby called La Vigna. Their food was great. I had a odd spinach, califlower cream kind of soup and a pasta with chicken. It was really good. And our waitress was the nicest person. I had so much fun talking with Drew and everyone while we ate and watched as other dates came in. Across from us, a co-worker of Megan's and his friend were talking. Completely ignoring their dates!!! So us at the "awesome table", frantically attempted to try and send messages to the clueless boys. (You know, writing in pen on napkins and waving them in the air, trying to get dumb waiters to pass messages, etc.) In the end, I saw a seinor friend of mine, had him come over. Then discretely pass on the messages to the clueless pair. It was hilarious. After we had finished, we went to the Dance. (And it was FREEZING outside.) The dance was held in the cafeteria, and the commons area of the school. It was decorated in balloons and stars. And of course the traditional paper waterfall from the stars. It was really pretty and the music was great. You just had to be careful not to stand in front of the doors because the police officer there opened them it you'd freeze to death if you stood in front of them. I kept getting compliments on my hair and dress. Drew and I took homecomming pictures too. It was really nice. And we were all tired by the end of it. So there's my first date. ^^ I'm so psyched. Btw, School's going alright. I just hope I don't have to miss another day of school again. EEP! Oh, and on Friday Oct. 10th, I marched in the Lehi High School Parade with Debate. It was so much fun! Then Drew and I went to the Football game afterwards. 1. We were flattened by Timpanogas. (11-41) 2. It was impossibly cold there! (Thank you Mom for the blanket! And Brandon's Twin Brother for the hat. And Drew for the extra warmth and hot cocoa!) 3. It was long and I pity the Marching Band for having to stand out there in the cold with metal instruments.

High School Begins!

Right, so it's begun. Yes everybody, I'm now in High School. And let me tell you, its more than I thought it could be. I'm now a sophomore at Lehi High School. I'm in Band and I'm on the Debate team. I get to wake up extra early every day to either get to Jazz Band or Early Morning Seminary. It's been tough, but I'll pull through. I hate the workload some teachers are just dumping on us. Especially my Algebra 2 Honor's Teacher. It's close to impossible for me to complete all the work she assigns. And I don't complain that much when it comes to academic work. I'm having a hard time getting along with my new Band Teacher. He's not as fun or as nice as my old Band teacher, Mr. Lemen. But Lemen's asked me to give my new band teacher a chance, this being only his second year of teaching. I'll try, but I can tell my patience for everything and everybody is going to be stretched thin. By the way, I got sick of all the 'Brittany's ' in the school. There are at least six on my bus stop alone! And at least 4-6 'Brittany's in each of my classes. So on the second day of school, I got sick of it, and decided to change my name to my middle name, Rai. So now all of my teachers and just about everyone else calls me Rai. It's quite nice because now I won't get so confused with who's calling which Brittany. I'm fine with being called Brittany from time to time, but I don't always answer because I'm getting so used to Rai, and I always think someone's calling to another Brittany. I went to a football game with my two friends Janelle and Bradie and it was a blast! I'm going to be performing with the Pep Band as much as I can at football games because I just love playing my sax. Here's my schedule for the fam!

A0 Jazz Band
A1 English 10 Honors
A2 Physics
A3 Spanish 3
A4 Debate
B0 Seminary
B1 U.S. History AP
B2 Fitness
B3 Algebra 2 Honors
B4 Symphonic Band

So, how do you like High School? How did you like High School? Was it very nerve wracking? Was it fun? Or were you just so super smart that you flew right through it? Tell me about it. ^^ If you have questions about my classes please post and ask! I love to talk and type.

(( BTW: Birthday Countdown begins! 8 More days till September 7th! And I will be SWEET SIXTEEN!!! ))

My Spirit Animal!

Right. So I found this awesome site that had a really cool quiz. My Spirit Animal aparently and ironically is a fox! Check out the link, and tell me what your spirit animal was. Also, the results show you how many points you scored for all the animals. And the higher points you get, the more like that animal you are. My highest score is obviously the Fox, Crow, and Owl for 25 points. My lowest score is the Wolverine for 9 points. Here's my results:

Fox: 25

Crow:25

Owl:25

Swan:19

Wolf:14

Spider:14

Otter:14

Bear:14

Cougar:14

Horse:12

Wolverine:9

Really, the results are fun to read. Here's the results on what I got on the Fox. Btw, this site is also based off of a book, so you'll find out which characters you're most like from the book.

Fox (your score: 25)

Characters: Razvin in Eyes of Crow; Elysia in "The Wild's Call"
Powers: Stealth, night vision, ability to read and manipulate others' emotions
Foxes are clever, perceptive, and shrewd. You're happiest working behind the scenes, pulling strings and watching others dance to your imperceptible tune. Independent yet highly social, you glide among your circles of acquaintance with ease, sharing your sharp wit or a delicious piece of gossip.
Best matches: Crows, Owls, Cougars
Watch out for: Bears, Swans, Horses

C'mon, don't be shy, tell us what you got!

Brittany! The Goat Hero!

Well, I'm sure as most of you know. I had a very funny experience this summer. It was when I had just recently gotten my PICC Line removed. I was riding home from a good work-out session at the Gym, and had checked out some good books from the library. I was riding past some pastures and corales, when I noticed some horses in one pasture were all running around in mahem. Kicking, stomping and bucking. I thought at first that someone was training them. But when I came to the Pasture I noticed a small goat, similar to the one in the picture, running terrifyed amongst all the angry beasts. I looked around the pasture to see if there were any more goats inside. But no, instead in the smaller pasture next to the horse pasture, there was a family of goats. Putting two and two together, I figured out that this young goat must have somehow escaped, and got into the horse pasture. I called my mom and asked for adivce because the horses had just trampled the poor thing. She told me to go to the goat owner's house and warn them. I did so, but no one was home. I noticed a gap in the corner of the fence and wondered as I went back over to the horse pasture if the goat got out through there. The entrance to the horse pasture was a metal bar gate. There was a rather large gap on the bottom that I expected I could slide the goat from underneath. I knelt beside the fence and called to the goat. Mimicing goat sounds, and surprisingly the goat tore towards me and tried to dive under the gate. Only problem was that the goat kept it's rear end up. So it was stuck. It withdrew quickly and ran away while the horde of horses galloped after it. I stuck the upper half of my body under the gate, and when the goat passed by again I grabbed it's legs and had it fall on it's side. I pulled the goat under the gate and it began to struggle immediantly. We were right next to a busy road, so I threw myself on top of the goat to try and pin it down. Problem was that the goat was strong enough to carry me! So I had to grab it's legs and make it fall again. After regaining some of my strength I picked up the goat tightly in my arms, and staggered to where I saw the gap in the corner of the fence. I had to fall on top of the poor goat again because it was struggling so strongly. And I was already tired from my work out. Finally I reached the spot, and aparently, the gap, was a small gate that was left open. I somewhat tossed the goat through the open gate, shut it, and locked it. And the goat bounded back over to it's family. I was bleeding on my leg, covered in sweat, dirt, and goat hair. I went over to the gate to the horse pasture to pick up my bike. All the horses were gathered there, wearing innocent looks. I said, "Yea yea yea, stop it all of you. It was just a baby you big bunch of whiners." They just sniffed me. I picked up my bike and finally got home and took a delightful shower. I was told many times afterward that the horses were just being protective of their territory. And I still glare at the goats when I pass by the pasture. The end. ^^

My MRSA experience.

Hey everybody!! Finally, I've got most of my blog up and running. Well, as most of you know a lot of things have been happening during my Summer. I got the MRSA strain of Staph Infection. I do not know how to spell half of this so bear with me. Just the week before school was to get out I was taken to Primary Children's Hospital to try and remove an absess that they had located on my right kidney. It was the strangest and rather most unnerving experience I've had. What the doctors wanted to do was to first sedate me, and insert a needle into my kidney. Then slide a very tiny tube over that needle, and suck out the infection. I was loaded with fluids through an IV on my hand at first. It made me feel all cold, and it also made the IV a little sore in my hand. When they first started the sedation process, I was out cold. I actually thought that I was at Wal-Mart with some friends. The only time I was aware of what was happening was when the doctor was trying to extract the absess and had to use a spring loaded kind of thing to get the infection out. It felt like a gun shot, without any pain. But then I went back out and basically fell asleep. When I finally came to, I was so sick. And I was so tangled up in tubes. They had put another IV into my other hand. I was laying on my stomach, and they convinced me to get onto my hands and knees slowly. Then they helped me onto a moving stretcher. I couldn't even open my eyes, I was so sick. I didn't know where I was, what time had passed or anything. I was moved into a recovery room because aparently the doctors only very recently decided that they wanted to keep me overnight. Finally they put me into a room where I became even more sick. But after the first phase, I started getting better. The room was so big and nice. But then they moved me to a much smaller room. I was on a floor that was full of heart patients. And since I was considered contagious and infectious, anything I touched couldn't leave the room. No nurses could come into the room without putting on a mask, gloves, and a robe. There was hardly any room to walk or anything. Not like I could, I was so drained and sick. There was a very cute picture of a tabby cat sleeping while holding a teddy bear, right across from me. I got to watch tv and movies for as long as I wanted. I talked with doctors and nurses. And I got over a lot of my needle phobia fast. Because it's hard to stay scared of needles and drawing blood when you're in a hospital and you need blood to be drawn every so often. And when you have to get new IVs. I didn't get a wink of sleep the entire time I was in the hospital. I had to have antibiotics given to me, and my vital signs taken every eight hours. The doctors that worked the graveyard shift were very funny and kind. They helped me keep my spirits up when I kept being woken up by the heart monitor. I didn't eat much, but the room service was excelent. The social workers there brought me things to draw and paint. And even a COW! (Computer on Wheels). I was much happier then. After discussing everything that was happening with the infection and MRSA, I was told I had to have a PICC line put into my arm so I could have at home treatments. They put it into my right arm. And I had to have the dressing changed once a week. And for every 6 hours I needed to have antibiotics. When I came home, I was just exauhsted. I wasn't allowed to go to school for the most part. I missed the Stake Dance for that month that I had been looking forward to. And I missed the Good Bye Dance at School. But thankfully I was able to go and perform and receive my award at the Ninth Grade Honor's Night. I got to wear my brand new red and black dress and my Mom made me look like a celebirty. Not to mention I got to see all of my friends there. All that jazzing out on my sax however had a consequence. I was so sore and sick the next day I didn't even think about going to school the next day. I sent a picture frame for all my friends to sign at school. I had Katelyn pass it onto Mark, then had Mark pass it onto my best friend Janelle, who had everyone sign it. Then when I came to school again, she was passing around a get well card for everyone to sign! She is the sweetest most thoughtful friend. I was so touched that everyone had been thinking about me and had been worried about me while I was in the hospital. All the teachers kept asking me if I was feeling ok, and making sure I wasn't going to faint. My biology teacher sent word through my friends to tell me that she had been thinking about me every day. Thank you Mrs. Bucklew!! Year Book Day came and I was signing everyone's books, while having my book signed in return. When Mrs. Bucklew saw me for the first time since I went into the hospital, she started crying and gave me a hug. Saying that I was one of her special students and that she had thought of me every day. And asking that I come visit from time to time when I was in High School. I signed her year book too, funny enough it was a biology text book. Drama was flying everywhere and emotions were running high. But I felt like it all couldn't last ever longer. Last day of school I was so tired, I just stayed in the Band Room the whole time. And that's the excitement of my beginning of Summer Vacation. It's really late now so, night ya'll!