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Well..what a hellacious week already. I am sun burnt beyond anyone's worst nightmare. I have math work and history work that is practically a foreign language to me and lastly, this paper is heavy on my mind. My current complaints could make the longest novel look short.

BUT, you know what? Instead of being a debby downer, I am going to tell you about all of the things that are making me HAPPY.

I FINALLY got to take my Florida trip with my best friends and we had a fun time. My abbolute favorite thing was that I finally got hermit crabs!! I have always had them growing up. When my last two died, I was not able to just take a trip to Florida and get more. So, I finally got two and named them Hermy and Old Gregg. Adding on to this happy situation, my love child cat, Tucker, loves and is fascinated by them.

By the way, have I told you how much I love my momma?? She is really the greatest thing that has ever existed. I wish you, Ms. Lindberg, could meet her. I have decided that, like my mother, you have a caring heart. Plus, my momma loves to read so I believe you guys could have some great discussions.

Though I am ready for this week and semester to be over, I am so thankful and happy that a few really great people have been brought into my life. Though they may never know, some of my fellow students and some teachers have really made my life better. It feels good to know that somewhat strangers can care about you, even a little. It warms my heart.

Animals

Today's class really..disturbed me. I believe I was already emotional, and the video and comments pushed my emotions further for some reason. Animal cruelty is an issue that is near to my heart. I am and always have been an animal lover. Though, I do not expect all people to be this way, it is difficult for me to see why they would not be. Animals are so innocent and loving. They feel pain. They know love and have personalities. They breathe and have a thought process. Who could you not want to love and care for them? Protect them?

Between my two houses, we have seven dogs and my cat, Tucker. Each of my pets are babies to me. I love each of them in a special way. Something that stood out to me was the part of the video where the main character said that he would save the life of the lady over his dog. She was a stranger, and was baffled by him saying this. A morbid conversation, but one that I can relate to. I see my Tucker as my child. I love him so much that words can not express. (Yes, like I told in a previous blog, I really am the crazy cat lady.) There is no doubt in my mind that I would choose Tucker's life over a strangers any day. Is this crazy? I myself wonder.

The second things that I think really bothered me was that a few of the guys were laughing during the what I suppose they would call "overly dramatic" scenes. I can not comprehend what would be funny. Again, I do not expect everyone to share my opinion, but to laugh as such a sad situation is disrespectful.

My over all reasoning for being irritated is because I care so much and to see something hurting and to see it not taken seriously..bothers me severely. To see a dreadful situation turned good, and people laughing.. just pisses me off. I believe these feelings have a lot to do with how many animals I have and how many friends I do not have.

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Spring break this year was very typical for me. I was at home for the majority of the week. I did take a trip to Atlanta with my family to the Bodies exhibit. It was fairly interesting, too expensive in my opinion.  The most interesting section was the fetal section. It displayed the different stages of the growing fetus. The second most interesting thing was that, obviously, everything was real. The idea of donating my body to science fascinates me.

The exhibit is located in the middle of Atlantic Station, which is such a nice area. I recommend taking a visit! We walked around and had lunch at a delicious pizza place. My favorite part of the day though was that I got my new favorite ring at a little jewelry stand. They had an immense selection and like a greedy child, I wanted them all.

On a more thrilling note, it is very likely that I will be taking a beach trip with my very best friend, Ella, next weekend. It will be my first trip with no parental supervision so I am even more excited. We will drive to Panama City Beach and bask in the sun for about two days. I hope everything works out in our favor and we can go through with our plans. I do believe I shall be devastated otherwise.

Sigh

I am genuinely I can not express how mentally discombobulated I am. Math and psychology are not currently playing in my favor. If today was not the last I would be able to attend the classes before spring break, I would have skipped them both. The later is such a waste because I do not learn anything in the hour I have to sit there. The professor talks for too much and too quickly for me to be able to keep up.
I am now to the point of wanting to cry and use fowl language to express my want, my need, to go home. I would much rather be in my bed with my precious, cat, Tucker. I keep reminding myself that eventually I will get to go home to him. This is the only thought that has kept me holding on to my sanity today.
If my boy friend were to read this he would tell me how "dramatic" I am; he does this often.

I am so very sorry that you have to read this blog, for it is only trash from a flustered mind. I will try my best to make my next blog as un-generic as possible.

In class blog

This picture depicts the cultural differences and similarities over time. There is evidence of the trends or customs that have evolved over time. For example, there is graffiti art on the walls of the building. This is a modernized art form that has became popular. 100 years ago this art form would be unheard of and likely nonexistent. The later example is the person in the colorful costume. This is a traditional form of attire used in so celebrations and rituals that have taken places for hundreds of year. Though the two examples contrast, they also compare. As previously stated, both examples are forms of art. Both examples are used to express emotions or events that have taken place. The two examples also are vibrant in color.

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I was genuinely at a loss for topics on this blog so, I decided I had to be generic and talk about my classes. My first class on Monday and Wednesdays is math. The subject that is the spawn of Satan. Thankfully, Mrs. Lee has subued this hostile relationship with her dry humor. Second, I have Literature with you, Mrs. Lindberg. My initial feeling about this class is relief. I finally have a literature teacher that I have faith in. In your class, I feel like what I have to say is important. I feel cared about as a student and a person. My last and most difficult class is psychology. This class is really important because psych is my major. So far, I have had a stressful time with this class. It is a lot of information in a small amount of time. On Tuesday and Thursday, I have history class. My professor is interesting to say the least. He teaches history in a way that I have never experienced before. A humorous and intelligent man, my professor lectures the entire class, entertains me. I am trying to stay on top of all of my classes but sometimes I believe I overestimated myself. I always have a ton of homework and when all of my tests seem to fall on the same day. Contray to all of the negative, I am excited for the rest of this semester and hope that it further entralls me as it continues.

Blogs.

These blogs are assigned to better our writing skills. Reading twenty or thirty about our first week of class, our jobs, our favorite pop star must get pretty repetitive though. What about what is really going on? What is underneath the skin of college students? That we are all just trying to succeed and be happy with our lives. That does not always happen. From a personal standpoint, I can not say that I am succeeding or am happy at all. I have done a dreadful job at being a good college student. Why? There are the typical, first year student excuses, of course. Once you have accepted that you aren't in high school anymore and realize you do not get another chance, what do you feel? I feel fear. Every day I fear the possibility of failing. I go through my daily motions of making myself get out of my bed and then fear sets in. Why do I have fear? I have fear because I have depression. Depression that does not go away just because I have a paper due or a math test that must be passed. To some, depression is illegitimate and a figment of a persons imagination. Depression is not something many people can understand. They say "you control your own happiness." What happens when you mentally and physically can not? When you, yourself often can not understand yourself. I feel as though many who come in contact with me at Highlands would never know, that I am just quite or shy. They may never know that I deal with this on a daily basis. I do not want this. I want to make friends with classmates and also confidants in my professors. I want to show someone else who has this problem, that they are not alone. Though I may be doing poorly in my classes, I would love to achieve making someone else feel not alone. I would love to make someone else feel a little less fear about life and instead be the sucessful, happy college student I believe everyone wants to be.

Dreams. Blog 2.

Can your dreams become your reality? I frequently think about this so I thought it would be a good blog topic. I personally have the cliché dream of getting out my small town. I want to do something that I can be proud of. I want to say "I wanted to attend College of Charleston, so I did." There are so questions that I ask myself that make me consider letting go of this dream. Would I get accepted? Would it ruin my relationship? Would I lose touch with the people that mean the most? Would I make it without my mother? Typical questions, I’m sure. Even with all of my doubt, I cannot help but wonder “what if?” What if everything turned out how it should and I got to live out one of my dreams. I want to do a tour of Charleston and fall in love with it like I have the rest of the Carolinas. Though my dream may be a farfetched one, I hope every day that it will come true. I want to actually experience something in my life. I want to learn and thrive. I want to be intelligent and have life experience that I can tell my children about. I have plenty of time to make up my mind and plenty of time to change it. I do hope that I find what it is that I desire and stress over so immensely. I hope that one day I will remember this blog entry and be happy that a dream came true.

Crazy Cat Lady

How many Valentine’s Day presents given to you could you live without? Most of them, right? Most have already been eaten or stored away in places your eyes will never care to look again. I too am per say, guilty of dumping these gifts with the exception of one.

The only exception was given to me by an ex boyfriend on February 14, 2010. That exceptions name is Tucker. A slender, gray cat that has white feet that resemble socks and a face that melts my heart every time I look at him. Most would say “Okay, so what? It is a cat.” What most do not understand is how much I love my “just at cat.”

Tucker embodies a child in my eyes, a child that is mine. I would say I rank him above most humans in a personal value sense. I believe it to be amazing that something so precious, so monumental in my life came to me from such a considerably petty circumstance.

This is where the title, “Crazy Cat Lady” comes in. Do I consider myself a “crazy cat lady?” Do I believe I will become one? My answer is I can only hope that one day I will lose myself in the little animals that make smile and take me back to being a little girl. I can only hope one day that I will be free and be able to spend the time and show the love to those sweet, beautiful animals that deserve it.

So, crazy cat lady I guess it is, and I say that with a smile on my face.