Holding On

The past two weeks have been testing me, both through school and personally. I think I am getting a hang of college and starting to know what each professor wants from me, although sometimes I'm not so sure. I am doing well in all of my classes, which is a plus :). Last week I had my first math exam and received a 95% (only missing one question). This week I had a history exam and my studies class had the first exam. I was more concerned about memorizing all of the vocabulary words for history, however, I think I did really well. I also had to compare and contrast Mesopotamia and Egypt. I already have 10 extra bonus points I will get on my exam for 1. attending class every week and receiving a "code word" and 2. working in class with my group and analyzing Aristotle. For my studies class our exam was based on defining skills, Internal Locus of Control, External Locus of Control, critical thinking, problem solving, rote memorization, motivation, goals, long-term goals, and short-term goals.

I am glad school has been keeping me busy after the death of my grandfather. He died on 9/11/10, which is already a weird day remembering what you were doing on 9/11/01. We knew it was coming after his diagnosis of kidney failure and many hospital stays, but death isn't easy. The funeral was difficult and seeing the flag given to my uncle made it all the more real. It was weird to have our aunt and her family as well as my uncle and his family around without my grandpa and without it being a holiday and people are out on the streets acting like it's just a normal day when inside of you it is anything but ordinary. It's difficult to me because just last year my great-grandmother died. My grandpa was only 77 years old. It makes you wonder why some people are blessed with a long life and some are not.

 My next English paper I will be writing is about a favorite photograph and I have decided to write one of me with my grandpa. I know this will be a good thing for me because it will help me to remember all of the memorable things that I and my family did with him. 

Calvin Gets a Bath

Whitney's cat, Calvin had to be given a bath last weekend because I found him on the trashcan covered in mud. Not exactly what Jordann, Mom, and I wanted to be doing on a Saturday morning! Surprisingly he wasn't as bad as we initially thought, but he still held up a fight. He smelled like dog shampoo for about a week, as we didn't have any cat shampoo on hand. I don't think he really appreciated that!

It is safe to say that he has recovered and that he is up to his normal no good! (He is on top of the bird cage.)

I Want to Help Too!

A picture is worth a thousand words....but this one I'm not really sure where to start! All I know is that Jordann was filling up the holes in the yard with the wheelbarrow when I turned around and found this:

Yes, he knows he is cute and uses it to his advantage! Just like when Mom was trying to get a picture of Whitney and Demon together. The best one I could find is this one:

I don't know what was going on in that head of his at that time, but what we do know is that he seems to think Whitney is quite tasty (notice the tongue)!