I Hate Science

I hate science with a passion. I would like to stuff the subject in a box and beat it up. I can’t seem to get a good grade on any of the tests. I don’t know what to do I spend hours and hours on this stupid subject that tells me that my ancestors are monkeys. Or the fact that my first grandmother is a person named Lucy who is 3.5-4 feet tall, weighted 50lbs and had a brain capacity if 400cc. I personally don’t care really I don’t care. I also hate chemistry because of my Professor who talks to you as if you have a PhD in this bloody subject. Really when am I ever going to use or talk to people about William James, Earl Sutherland or the frog shocker Luigi Galvani. Personal I can honestly say I can care less about who was the first person to come up with how neurons work! By the way Aristotle had rarely anything right! BUT don’t get me wrong I grateful for the nerds of the world that take pleasure in this subject because without you nerds we wouldn’t have a lot of medicine and etc. In the beginning of the semester I pushed for an A now I’m happy to pass the flippin class and to get it over with. Thank heavens that my major has nothing to do with science and math. I guess in the end I should really say Thank you nerds for being who you are.

Ice Cream

I believe in Ice Cream. Ice Cream, with its perfect texture, and its frozen, creamy, smooth combination, of vanilla, a crunch of chocolate sandwich cookies, and a hint of mint is my miracle solution to pain and heartbreak. The feel of ice cream goes through your whole body down to your toes. Ice cream does more then to provide you with a nice helping of rich creaminess, but it is an antidote to many of life’s little conflicts. Through the years of high school, from heart break to crazy situations, the end solution with my friends and I was eating from that magical carton. It helped all of us to let go of our aches and pains.
A perfect example that comes to mind was with my roommate Ally. We went to a school dance together with a group of guys. Strolling into that dance with those guys made us feel pretty cool. Suddenly, as if premature pumpkin timer went off, the guys disappeared one by one, but instead of leaving behind glass slippers, we discovered them with other girls. We attempted to not let it get us down, so we tried again, striking up conversation with a new set of boys. Things seemed to be going even better than the first time around. Then suddenly, that slow dance song came on and the awkwardness of, “so…ahem…gosh I really like this song…” ensured. Amazed that our hints were not working, we were even more astonished to witness them disappear and later reappear during that same slow song with two different gals. Ally and I each did our own silent personal assessments. Breath check, teeth check, hair check, everything seemed in place. After our twice over rejections we walked away feeling horrible. How could we have walked through those same doors feeling so triumphant and walk away feeling so defeated. We walked through the doors of our apartment feeling terrible when suddenly we were beckoned to the freezer by the two men that would never leave us, Ben and Jerry. We sat down in the carpet and started to eat the magical frozen delight. After more than a few bites, we slowly felt the coldness of the ice cream warm us up. We eventually found ourselves laughing at the events that had occurred that night.
In that image, two girls who were completely miserable did a 180 with just a few bites of ice cream. As a young girl, I still remember my older sisters coming home at night and going right to the freezer to pull out the ice cream. Now that I am getting older I realize that sometimes we need to get away from the world. Ice Cream creates an excuse for women to bond, dish on life and give you a feeling of not being alone. It’s a comfort. It’s as if Ice Cream creates a bubble around you and won’t let anything bad come near you for those few spoonfuls until you scrape the bottom of the carton.

3 lives saved

I saved 3 lives yesterday by donating blood. As I walked around my campus I saw motivating signs to donate blood and heard the call so I marched up and signed up for 11:15 the 2nd of June to give blood and to save lives. Now I should give you a little history I have never given blood before but I do know how the American red cross came about in the Civil War a beautiful nurse named Clara Barton helped save lives soon after the war ended she set up the American Red cross the one thing that impressed me about her is after the horrific battles happened she went on the battle field and helped every man even if they were from the south or the north she didn’t look at sides she made a statement saying something to this effect “ I saw my brothers face on everyman on the ground.” Anyway before I gave my blood I drank hugh amounts of water like any other faithful donor. I Got all of my bearings and left for the Taylor building as I walked into the room and saw chairs that looked like lawn chairs by them women with white coats and the blood in which was being sucked into plastic bags. I walked up to the table with volunteers signed in went to a nurse who gave me a mini physical I then answered a series of questions this all ended in the fact that I was a healthy donor and ready to give my blood to save lives. I sat in the lawn chair looking at the two women who would stick me. There was one women who I believe was training the other women at this time I prayed that they would only have to put the needle in me once. She took my arm as I turned my head to find something that would distract me I then noticed this cute guy who also happened to be giving blood he looked at me and smiled I then felt a stabbing pain mixed with pressure on my left arm. The pain stopped and I got a feeling of irritation because I wanted the needle out of me I then say my own blood go in to the plastic bag. It was actually kind of cool I then spoke with the nurses talking about school and how I miss home. I do have to say I donate fast because it felt like a minute when that bag was filled. They got the needle out of me and patched me up I then walked over to where there was cookies and bottled water I was actually really excited for the cookies. I sat down and who happens to sit by me but the very cute guy he and I started to have a conversation different subjects there was also student volunteers that gave us different snacks and all that jazz. As I was talking to the cute guy I found that his name is Alex and that he served his mission in New York his major is Business etc. When he started talking about his job I started to notice that I that he had black spots on his face and that I felt that I was suddenly spinning. I stopped him and said that I was seeing black spots he looked at me like I was crazy and then BAM. I was out I was in darkness when I suddenly became aware I felt my body being carried to the ground and people talking to me I open my eyes and saw a big crowed around me two nurses asked my name and I said my name and they then asked me if I know where I’m at and I replied correctly and as I looked around I saw Alex kneeling by me looking very concerned :) . It was actually relatively EMBARRISING. I have never fainted in my life but of course it would be me it’s always me and not to mention I was the first person to faint and the blood drive has been going on since Monday well the moral of this story is I saved 3 lives, met a cute guy that I hope I never have to see again, and I’m locked and ready to sign up for the next blood drive.

Memories of the youngest child

One thing that most people don’t know about me is that I’m the youngest of 4 and being youngest I’m 6 years apart from my brother 8 years apart from my sister and 10 years apart from my eldest sister. Looking back from my childhood I think of different times and events that has happened to me one of the times is when my family or as I should say the women in my family watched Strictly Ballroom all the time. If you haven’t seen this movie I would strongly in courage you to take heed to your local movie store and rent it but with caution by watching this movie you will get a strong urge to dance, a wonderful example of this is when my sisters and mother were watching it for the hundredth time, at the end of the movie as the credits were rolling Latin music would be playing and my wonderful mother started to dance and when my mother dances everyone dances. Katie started dancing with her hips. I was on the floor laughing and trying to dance(aka trying) and my dear sister Lauren was dancing with the television remote. Well we really started to get in it so much that Lauren without knowledge danced so hard with the remote she ended up smacking her head with it. What is that saying “it’s only funny in till someone gets hurt and then it’s hilarious.” Well as you can image we were laughing our heads off.

Another memory I have is with my brother John. I was in the 3rd grade when overalls were the big rage. When I was at that age I would always ponder to myself on how I could be cooler. John always gave me tips ideas anything that he thought would help me that includes giving me a candy War Head and timing me to see how long I could have one in my mouth before I spit it out. The one tip was in fashion he came up to me one day as I wore my overalls and said, “Sarah all of the girls in middle school wear overalls with one unbuckled.” Taking his advice right there and then I unbuckled one of the buttons he gave me a weird look and I checked myself out and found it was a horrible tip since my belly was sticking out and made me even more chubby. He then gave me his last fashion advice, well some look good and some don’t.”

With my sister Katie she was a wild girl in high school there was a time my parents were making all of kids fast on a Saturday night. I do like to make a statement that I was a young elementary school child and was easily persuaded. Back to the story Katie asked me if I wanted to go to Shari’s and get a brownie ice cream Sunday. I was excited of course but sweet me, reminded me sister that we were fasting so she told me to hang out downstairs and she told mom and dad they we were going to go rent some movies. So we were free to go and had the yummiest brownie Sunday but I started to feel so guilty that we lied to our parents so she threaded me that if she I don’t stop feeling guilty she was going to tell mom and dad that I ate ice cream when I was supposed to be fasting. I was scared out of my wits and kept quiet. Don’t get me wrong Katie is an amazing sister but when she was high school…. Let’s just say I have some interesting memories.

Lauren my eldest sister she took me everywhere when I was little I hung out with her friends Erica, Tina, Lee, Brad and Aubrey. She always took me to movies, BBQ’s; I think she even took me to some high school games. I felt like she always included me in everything when she showed me my first PG-13 movie and help translate Romeo and Juliet with my hugh crush Leo. One memory is when she got her first apartment and she let me spend the night we rented Pretty Women and went to Haggins to get candy she let me get anything I wanted I of course I picked a big bag of reeses peanut butter cups I thought I was so cool. She also made me yakisoba (yuckisoba as my dad calls it) with steak and chicken I was so excited. That small memory has always stuck with like little other ones like the time her old boyfriend made me a beautiful fairy costume or when we just got Lucy dog and I brought her over for a night at her apartment and a guy that she was dating came over too who I thought look like a serial killer so I wouldn’t let him touch my dog and I expressed my feelings to Lauren after he left. Or the time she was going to prom with her high school Boyfriend Lee and I thought she was so beautiful with her white dress. It’s interesting how time goes past. Soon I can envision my family having our first reunion with loud grandchildren some with red hair running around chasing the 5 dogs. Looking back and thinking on everything that has happen makes me see how blessed my family is and how it started with just two people.