10 worst things that could happen on your way to work/school

1. Get a ticket
2. (If you are walking) Slip and fall in the mud
3. Your car suddenly decides to spontaneously combust
4. You hit a person
5. (If you are walking) Some one driving their vehicle hits you
6. (If you are walking) You fall in a hole and break a bone
7. One of your tires falls off while you are driving down the road
8. You get carjacked
9. You run into a building
10. You get to your destination and realize you are not wearing any pants

20 Rules I have broken

Here is a list of 20 rules that I have broken in my life time:

1. Driving under age


2. Jay walking


3. Talking during class


4. Eating/drinking during class


5. Passing notes in class


6. Not cleaned my room when I was supposed to


7. Got people to call my house after 9 p.m.


8. Stayed out past curfew


9. Talked back to my mom


10. Did not do my homework


11. Didn't wear a seatbelt


12. Driving faster than the speed limit stated


13. Made an illegal turn


14. Went the wrong way on a one way


15. Stayed up past bed time


16. Did not share my toys


17. Ate dessert before supper


18. Swam with out waiting 30 minutes after eating
19. Swept the dirt under the rug
20. Not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign

Winning weekend (in a sense)

First of all I would like to make this fact known: I am a DIE-HARD Florida Gators fan! The Gators first game was this past Saturday. They played against Charleston Southern. It is true that I have no idea who Charleston Southern is, but excitement filled my soul about the game. I got all ready to watch the game with my mom! She is not a real big fan, but she watched it with me since it made me happy. The game was AMAZING! Touchdown after touchdown for the Gators. They looked spectacular on the field! They played as a united team under the leadership of Tim Tebow. The ending score was 62-3 with a win for the Gators! I could not have been happier!

Another fact about me: I love NASCAR! Kasey Kahne, the driver of the number nine car, is my absolute beyond favorite driver. His driving skills are amazing. Over the weekend they had a practice and qualifying for placement for the starting lineup for the race in Atlanta. At qualifying Kasey Kahne qualified to start second. I was ecstatic! Raceday Sunday finally came! The race starts. Kahne is looking amazing on the track. 10 laps remain in the race, Kasey Kahne takes the lead. This lead remains until he crossed victory lane! His second win of the season! Yes, I did a victory dance!



My sports weekend turned out to be a big success. My football team and my race car driver both came home with victories!

Please help me understand!

This past Sunday I loaded up my explorer and headed back to campus from my home town of Excel, Alabama. I was driving down the road and I get on the interstate. Now you must understand, my explorer is a 1995. Therefore, I get nervous about it getting me back and forth on the interstate. My explorer being a '95 I do not go about 80 on the interstate (which yes this is still speeding, but still I know many people who go WAY faster than that). I set my cruise control on about 77. The trip is going well. I am listening to my radio and singing at the top of my lungs. Well I get to this point that is about 5 miles outside of Greenville, AL. This one car goes really fast and passes me. At this point there is a state trooper. Well I am in the right lane and I can not get over to the left lane, so I know that I need to get to the shoulder. I pull over to the shoulder. Well since the state trooper could not catch the person that passed me, he gets behind me. I am sitting in my car thinking "What..I can not be getting a ticket!" The state trooper walked up to my window and asked me if I knew why I was being pulled over. I told him I was speeding and I apologized for that. I gave him all the necessary cards and papers. He told me he was just going to make sure I was clear and I could go. That made me think I was not going to get a ticket. A few minutes later, the state trooper walks back up, hands my my stuff back, and also hands me a ticket! I was shocked! I could not believe I was getting a ticket for about seven miles over the speed limit. The state trooper then had the nerve to tell me to have a good day. Well I looked at the ticket and it stated that i was going 84 in a 70! This was impossible and I knew it. That moment was clear. His little radar did not clock me. It clocked the person that passed me. I did the right thing by getting on the shoulder because I could not get into the left lane. Since I did the right thing, I got the ticket. I called my my mom(I know it is wrong to talk on a cell phone and drive but I needed my momma) and I was so very upset. I told her everything. She knew that the ticket was injust. She told me not to worry about it, and she would be going to court with me. I get off the phone with her, and I continue driving to campus. When I made it to my dorm, I called my mom back. She said she talked to my dad. "Oh no" was my thought. I knew it was all over then. To my surprise, she said my dad did not get angry. She said that he knew about my explorer, and he knew I could not have been going that fast.
Now, I have a court date of October 20, in Greenville at 9 a.m. Sadly, I have to miss my math and biology classes to go to this court date. I am not happy at all. Luckily, my parents are going to meet me there so they can go to court with me. If I still have to plead guilty, my parents said I could go to a driver's class and the ticket would basically be erased. This fact settles me a little bit. Still no one really understands why I am so upset. I am upset because this is my very first ticket. My personal record has been violated forever.

My third grade bully

Back in my days of third grade I was a good student. I had all A's and my teacher liked me. In the midst of all the good things there was one issue I had. This girl decided that she did not like me and she was mean to me every day. The sad thing was, was that I was the ONLY person she was mean to! Everyone else thought that the girl was just one of the nicest people in the world. I did not understand why it was just me that she was picking on. I tried to be as nice as I could to the girl, but no matter how nice I was she was still very hateful towards me. She would take my pencils, tell me how bad my work was, or just say mean things to me (like telling me to shut up and such). I tried to tell the teacher, but the girl had the teacher fooled to. I felt really alone. Why was I getting picked on when I had done nothing wrong. No matter how mean the girl was to me I did what my mom told me to do and that is to "Kill her with kindness." Too bad it was not working. This went on for what felt like forever but it was actually a couple of months. Finally I just could not take it anymore. I begged my mom to please do something. My mom went to the school and had a talk with my teacher. My teacher could not understand because she thought that the girl that was bullying me was so sweet. The girl had everyone fooled. My mom had a long talk with my teacher, explaining to her that I would not make this up. She asked my teacher if I had ever made up a story before. Of course the answer was no. The next day in class my teacher asked some students if they had seen what the girl was doing to me. Most of them said no because the girl was so nice to them they did not think she could be mean to me. Luckily my best friend stood up for me and told the teacher that it was true I was being bullied. That moment my teacher took the actions she had to to fix this issue. Finally someone saw the truth. Everyone saw the girl in a different way than me because she was so mean to me and yet so nice to everyone else. Then the truth was revealed..she was jealous because she thought the teacher liked me better. When she realized that she could bully me and get away with it, she kept on because she thought the teacher liked her better since the teacher would not believe that I was being bullied. After that the bully-girl was seen in a different way. However I was still trying to look at her as a girl who needed a friend so I was still nice to her.

25 Things I will never do

Here is a list of 25 things I will never do:

1. Go to the North/South Pole
2. Eat a snail
3. Go scuba diving
4. Rub someone's feet
5. Ride on a train
6. Drink the water in Mexico
7. Go a day without a shower
8. Live in an Igloo
9. Have a pet snake
10. Have any type of amphibian as a pet
11. Allow my brother to beat me in Guitar Hero
12. Stop playing Guitar Hero
13. Stop texting
14. Stop getting on facebook
15. Stop watching Big Brother
16. Stop thinking that Kasey Kahne is the hottest Nascar driver EVER
17. Schedule another 8 a.m. class
18. Eat grass
19. Stop coloring in coloring books
20. Stop liking old school shows like The Power Rangers
21. Live somewhere where it stays cold 90% of the time
22. Go a day without using Germ-X
23. Like the number 23
24. Be a WNBA player
25. Be a man

Jazz

When I moved from Robertsdale to Excel back in 2004 my parents bought me the best present in the world (at least to me). They bought me a Labrador Retriever. They got her from the local animal shelter. Apparently she had been abandoned there the night before. I could tell she had been beaten horribly. Her body was so small. She was underweight. You could count every single bone in her poor body. I knew I could take care of her, and make her healthy just like a dog should be. I named her Jazz. Jazz was extremely skiddish around everyone, but I was the only person she would allow to come up to her an pet her. The moment that happened, I knew she was my dog! My mom took Jazz to the vet for me when I was at school one day. When I got home, my mom told me some news. The vet said Jazz was about a year old. He also said gave us some sad news, Jazz was suffering from heart worms. Heart worms are a species of parasitic worms (Dirofilaria immitis) that live and reproduce in the chambers of the heart of an animal. The vet said he could do surgery on Jazz, but there was no guarantee that it would be successful. He also said that the surgery is very painful, and could not be all done at once that it was going to be a series of surgeries. My mom and I talked about it. She said that to put Jazz through so much pain and for the surgery to not be guaranteed successful was not worth it. I agreed. Over time Jazz was the most loving dog in the whole wide world. I had surgery to get my tonsils and adnoids taken out, and when my mom brought me home Jazz met her at the door. Jazz walked with us into my room and laid in my bed right beside me (luckily I had a big bed because Jazz was a pretty big dog). Well throughout the course of my recovery, Jazz only left my side to go to the bathroom or to go get my mom if I made the slightest sound. It was like Jazz knew that I was not supposed to talk and she was doing the "talking" for me by going into the room that my mom was in, barking at her, and getting her to follow her into my room to see what I needed. My surgery was not the only time she did this. Anytime I was sick, my "momma" dog Jazz was in my room basically at all times. Jazz was very protective over me. She truly acted like another mother to me. Over time Jazz became the most friendly, loving dog ever. Everyone loved Jazz, but it was I who loved her the most. It was like Jazz understood when I was upset. If she heard me crying, she would come into my room, jump on my bed, and put her head in my lap and it was like she was waiting on me to tell her what was wrong. I always told her because I knew she wouldn't judge me plus she was a dog and dogs can't talk back. Still it was like she just wanted me to know that she was always there if I needed to talk. Over time, Jazz was getting older and sicker. Her heart worms were getting worse. Even though she was sick, was still kept her nurturing nature. Then this past summer came around. I knew something was wrong with my Jazz. She was not running around and wagging her tail when I came home from school and work. She would get up from where she was, and then when she got to me she would just lay there. I knew something was not right with her. I took as good care of her as I could, but I knew she could not be cured. I took her back to the vet and he said her disease had progressed to a severe level. It got to the point where Jazz was struggling to breathe. I was more than upset. I could fill an ocean with the tears I shed over my dear Jazz. I knew what had to be done for her. I had to repay her for all the love she had given me. I talked to my mom about it, and she said it was time to put Jazz to sleep so she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. I knew she was right. I did NOT want to admit it, but I knew it. I had Jazz on my bed while my mom called the animal shelter to find out what to do.. I was crying on Jazz, and she got the strength to pick her head up, look at me, and lick my face. I felt like she was telling me it was all going to be okay. My mom came into my room, sat down, and told me the news. The lady she knew very well at the animal shelter said the best thing to do for Jazz, was to bring her in then and have her put down. My heart broke, but deep down I knew it was the right thing. I looked at Jazz, and I could see the pain in her eyes. I could see that she was desperate for help. I knew I could not be selfish and make her suffer just do I could be happy to have her there with me. I got up my strength and got ready to take Jazz to the animal shelter. The animal shelter lady said my mom could give Jazz some pain medicine to relax her. After that, we loaded Jazz up in my dad's truck, and off we went. I just held on to Jazz and cried. Jazz just laid there, which was very unusual for her. We got to the animal shelter, and it was time to tell my dear Jazz good-bye. That was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but I knew it was the right thing. Jazz had done so much for me, and I knew I had to pay her back. The lady took her into the room and put Jazz down. When the lady came out of the room, she told my mom that Jazz was so sick that it did not even take half of the amount of medicine they give animals to put them to sleep to put Jazz down. She also said Jazz did not fight the shot (which was really odd because Jazz ALWAYS fought shots). At that point I knew it was Jazz's time. My mom, the animal shelter lady, and I wrapped Jazz in sheets and put her in the back seat of my dad's truck. We got Jazz home and my dad dug the hole and we laid Jazz to rest. I went back in to my room to just think things through and I found this little faded blue pill looking thing. I showed my mom what it was. Come to find out Jazz had spit the medicine back onto my bed. So it was not the aid of the medicine that made Jazz calm for the shot. It was the fact that she was ready for peace is what had her ready to get the shot to put her to sleep. In an odd way it gave me peace. I knew that we had done the right thing. We had given Jazz peace. (Sadly this all happened 4 days before I moved to college)