Politics

Hey. Fair warning, this is going to be a little rant. Okay, so for anyone who doesn’t live in the United States and don’t know what’s going on: people are losing their fucking minds over Donald Trump being elected president. Now, I’m not really planning to get into a debate about politics with this post; as I said, it’s more of a rant (I have a debate post coming up soon), so don’t expect anything like that.

Let me just say this: calm the fuck down, people! Yes, I find some of Trump’s comments absolutely abhorrent, but wanting the president to fail is like wanting the country to fail, wanting the country to fail is like wanting the American citizens to fail, and wanting the American citizens to fail is like wanting yourself to fail. Instead of working against him, why don’t you try working with him. Maybe try suggesting a legitimate alternative option to a plan he has that is more of a compromise to satisfy both sides. Or, here’s an idea: don’t fucking riot and expect no one to call you out on your shit!

I get that sometimes really disgusting people stage protests. However, that does not give you the right to crash their protest, which they had a permit for, and to incite violence! Get your own fucking permit and rally together to protest them!

Love him or hate him, he is our president, the leader of our country. Get on board and help this country succeed, or get the fuck out. It’s that simple (okay, maybe not really, but still).

I used to love politics, especially engaging in (civil) debates. However,anymore it’s like people automatically assume that if you disagree with them, you’re a homophobic asshole who kills puppies and steals candy from babies. That is not the way to get your point across. All it does is extend the divide between the two sides. Can’t we all just try and talk a little? I promise that you’ll get more, real progress that way than using the fucking barbaric tactics being used right now. Grow the fuck up, people!

-Sam

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Damn, Where The Hell Did 2015 Go?

Hey everyone. Yep, I’m still alive. I know I said I would try and start posting again, and I really have been meaning to. However, I’ve been struggling over the past few months. I don’t really know how to describe it other than by saying I still haven’t recovered from my latest relapse of Lyme symptoms. For the second time, when they recurred, my cognitive function was really hit hard. I stumble over my words; I know exactly what I want to say, but there’s a disconnect somewhere when I’m trying to actually communicate whatever it is that I’m trying to convey. To put it bluntly, it fucking sucks, especially when the one thing I have always prided myself on over the course of my entire life is my unique advanced mental capabilities.

But whatever. I’ve been dwelling on it so much lately that I don’t really want to get into it right now. Anyways, let me just say this:

Holy shit.

It’s already Christmas Eve?! How the hell did that happen? I’m not used to time flying by. I’ve only had five years of practice, and in those five years so many things have changed so drastically, it would be hard for me to keep up with even without factoring in time starting to seem to fly. Ever since my grandma died in June of 2010, at the end of my 6th grade year, time has flown by. I remember thinking to myself on the morning of 7th grade field day, in June of 2011, “Wait, it’s almost summer already? Didn’t school, like, just start again??”

2015 has been a pretty crappy year in itself, too. Well, maybe not majorly crappy so much as insanely stressful and marked by a horrible, monumentally life-altering event: my grandpa died in March.

My grandpa, my Papa, my mom’s dad… is dead.

Mammy & Papa

My mom’s parents. My Mammy and Papa. ❤

Both of my mom’s parents are now dead. Both died within the past five years. Both were my nice grandparents. My dad’s parents… well, I’ve had troubles with them in the past, and I’ll just leave it at that for now. Don’t get me wrong – I love them more than words can say and wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for either of them – but, basically, both of my nice grandparents are dead.

I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve right now. What the fuck happened? It seems like it was Christmas just a couple months ago! This is freaking insane! I’m not used to this. I hate time flying. Especially because now it just makes Mammy and Papa move farther and farther away quicker and quicker.

Ugh… I haven’t slept all night, and I haven’t been sleeping good at all… well, for pretty much my entire life, but especially these last few weeks. Really, ever since my grandpa died, I guess, but these past couple of weeks have been really bad. I’m going to go try and sleep again. Merry Christmas! I hope you all have a safe and happy Christmas or holiday or just a vacation, whatever this is for you. Bye!

-Sam

Using Antibiotics To Fight Cancer

Hey! I just finished reading this article, discussing the possibility of using antibiotics, like doxycycline, to fight cancer.

Oh. My. God.

This could change everything. I just… I can’t even comprehend it! I don’t know what to say except GO READ IT NOW!!

My mine = blown.

Whoa….

Please share this everywhere. It might save someone’s life! Bye.

-Sam

I Almost Shook The Hand Of My Dead Classmate’s Father

This past week has been crazy, and not in a good way. Not at all. Crazy as in this-is-something-you-only-hear-about-on-the-news-and-never-think-it’s-gonna-happen-to-you crazy.

Four teenagers got into an accident that resulted in one flipped car, two people injured, and one girl killed. Erika Hall was 16 years old. She’ll never see 17.

I first saw the news on Facebook. I was scrolling through my news feed and my friend’s post caught my eye. It was something about “the town lost another beautiful face RIP Erika” or something like that. I got this sinking feeling in my chest, and though “no, it’s gotta be another Erika.”

But it wasn’t.

I pressed the “Home” button to refresh my news feed. All of a sudden, there’s a bunch more of those posts, one of them tagging Erika Hall. I thought “ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit.” Honestly, I’m surprised I was able to form any thought at all. I began to shake, but clicked on the name. I had to know.

In my heart, I already did.

It was here. My former classmate’s Facebook page. It was tagged in a post about her being dead… I sat next to her for a freaking year in 7th grade! And she was dead. She’s dead. Dead. Erika Hall is dead. I’m waiting for it to actually sink in. I thought typing it a few times would help. It didn’t.

I stared at my computer screen for a few minutes, feeling numb. It felt like forever. I just couldn’t comprehend it. How could she have died? She was supposed to do great things in life! She was so happy, wild and free, a fun person to be around. And she’s gone.

Erika

What do you do in this kind of situation? I think it’s different for everyone. For me, I just slowly act as if nothing happened, hoping that acting this way will make it true.

But it didn’t.

My mom was on Facebook or checking her email or something when she called me down from my room, where I was doing homework. She asked if I knew an Erika Hall. I was just like, yeah, I know, she died. Just like that. I think I regret that the most. Erika deserves more, even if I was delusionally trying to bring her back from the dead.

That was April 26. Fast forward to Wednesday, April 30. My school’s memorial service for her. I spent the first ten minutes of it not there, trying to be nice and not interrupt my teacher. Turns out, all I had to do was give up and walk out. My teacher asked where I was going, I replied “the service” and he nodded.

I wish I’d known that earlier.

I got the service (my friend Christina was with me) to find that the doors to the chapel were already closed. I peeked my head in the office and asked if we could quietly go in. The secretary said she didn’t think so, but we had to ask the vice principal. So we ran to Ms. McGuire’s office, halfway across the school, only to find out that yes, we could in fact go inside. So we ran back to the chapel and quietly sat down at the back.

I didn’t cry until Erika’s dad went up to talk. That was when I lost it. It’s just not fair. Why does he have to live without his daughter? Kids are supposed to bury their parents, not the other way around!

He only spoke for about a minute, though. After that, the priest said one short prayer, and then we all migrated into the AAC (Academic Achievement Center, just another name for library) for a power point with a bunch of pictures of Erika. It was beautiful.

It shouldn’t have had to happen.

After the power point was over, her dad thanked everyone for being here. Then he went around to hug everyone.

When he got to me, I was boxed in by Christina, so he reached to shake my hand. I didn’t think about it- I didn’t have to. I stood up and reached over Christina to give him a hug. Something told me Christina wouldn’t mind.

After I hugged him, I sat back down, shaking, and just stared straight ahead. I kept thinking, over and over again, I just hugged my dead friend’s father. It was so peaceful.

I’d trade it in a heartbeat for her to be here.

Even now, thinking about it, I’m shaking a little. It’s crazy. I just, it never should’ve happened. I never should’ve met Erika’s father, because, had she never died, I never would’ve met him. And, also, part of it felt so surreal, it was so weird. I can’t really explain it.

I don’t know why this happened. I just know it shouldn’t have happened. Why should a 16-year-old girl have to die?

She shouldn’t.

But there’s nothing I can do about it now, no matter how much I wish there was. I guess I’ll just have to live with it.

RIP Erika Hall

-Sam

An Update To My Previous Post

Hey! Well, in case you don’t feel like scrolling down a little to find the last post I did (or maybe this is open in a different window and you don’t feel like going back), here’s the link to the post Apparently I’m REALLY Smart…. And if you don’t feel like reading it, I’ll recap (mostly because maybe it’ll help make it sink in). So, when I was accepted into BCHS, my acceptance letter stated that because I got the highest score on the placement exam, I received a scholarship. Yesterday, my mom and dad had a meeting with my principal and a few other important school people, which resulted in my parents being some stunning news. My mom told me the news (or part of it, I just found out) that apparently I not only scored the highest in the school, I scored one of the highest in the country! Whoa, right? But wait until you hear this next part: I didn’t just get one of the highest scores in the country, I scored in the TOP 1% IN THE COUNTRY!! Okay, I just re-read what I just wrote, and I think it just sunk in a little, because I feel… I don’t know how to describe it. But I only feel like this a little bit, so it still needs to sink in more. Still, how?! Alright, I’m going to end the post here, since I just forgot what I wanted to say next. Bye!

-Sam

Apparently I’m REALLY Smart…

Hey. So, I’m kind of numb when I’m writing this, but I’m hoping that doing a post on it will help make it sink in. Now, I don’t know if I ever told you, but I got the highest score on the placement exam out of BCHS’s incoming freshman class when I took it two years ago. Well, I just found out yesterday that, not only did I get the highest score out of all the BCHS kids, I got one of the highest scores in the entire country. WHAT?! I just re-read what I wrote and I’m still in disbelief. My principal told my mom this yesterday when they had a meeting, and he also told her that I still have the potential to get a free ride to whatever college I want, even now, if I get my act together. I was like, what? I’m failing history and chemistry. How can I possibly get a free ride to college? My mom said it’s because the colleges will see that I do really good on standardizes tests (granted that I do good on the SATs) and that I got my act together, and they’ll want me. But, just, wow. That’s crazy to hear. Alright, I can’t really write any more on this right now, since it still hasn’t sunk in yet, so I’m going to end the post here. Bye!

-Sam

First Day Back At School

Hey. Well, today marked the official end of my Christmas vacation. No frowny face, though- I’m fairly happy to be back at school, for multiple reasons. First, I think I was going to go crazy if I was stuck at home for even one more day. I don’t think my family and I were meant to be together 24/7, let me tell you! Second, I missed my friends, who I hadn’t seen since before the break. And third, I was just getting bored. Today was pretty fun, even though I was exhausted (i haven’t been sleeping very well lately). I brought my laptop and tested to see if I could take notes without getting distracted, and so far, so good! I took amazing notes in Religion, plus I used my online Geometry book without distraction. Alright, I’m going to go play some games before my half hour of free time is up. Sorry for the short post. Maybe if I finish my homework I’ll post a longer one. Bye!

-Sam