So let me tell you about my day yesterday...
I got up, took a shower, got ready, you know.. all that jazz.
Then I went to school for my first class, World Religions. Professor Prashar is probably one of the greatest people to ever walk the earth. He's this older Indian man who practices Hinduism. He's really the perfect teacher for a world religions class because his passion in life is to inform people about religion. He tells corny jokes and goes off on tangeants all the time and nobody knows what he's talking about. I have to say, I really enjoy that class.
Every Tuesday and Thursday after this class Dez and I go out for lunch. Usually at Wendys. So we go there and we're hanging out and talking and the whatnots. I still have ample time before my next class, so we decide to go to the park. First, we swing. Swinging is honestly one of my favorite things to do in life. I'm an eighteen year old college student, but when I'm on a swing I feel like I'm seven years old and nothing really matters. After the swinging extraveganza we decide to talk to Cameron and Brice, and after they left we talked to Timmy... and just looked at Michael since he never really talks.
My second class of the day is Environmental Science. We're starting to do these powerpoint projects on biomes, and I got partnered with a slightly odd girl doing the Chaparral Biome. I thought we maybe had to give our presentation, but we won't until Thursday. So we just listened to people talk about rainforests and temperate climates. Things you learn about every year after the second grade.
After this class I have another break. I chose to spend this break with Joey, Nivia, Emily, and Kyle. Which I believe to be a good choice. Joey makes me feel something indescribable. I love spending time with that group of friends. They're really growing on me.
Art History has got to be one of the most boring classes. Don't get me wrong, I love art and learning about it, but when you're just dealing with names and dates something exciting needs to be involved. This class was dull as usual minus the usually vulgar and drug-related comments the two guys who sit by my make. Suzie, the girl sitting next to me offered me a piece of gum, and I'm not sure why, but it tasted amazing. Haha. I wish I knew what kind it was. I'm still debating on whether or not I have met Suzie before. I can't figure it out...
After Art History I go directly to Speech. It was the first days of giving our first speeches. The first person to give a speech was an older man, and I'm really not sure what, in fact, his speech was about. It was very confusing the way he talked about it. The other speeches given were about Dane Cook, children with autism, the movie Office Space, the Bermuda Triangle, and mine was about Mark Spitz. I think I did fairly well. We got out five minutes early at 7:10.
So I get home and decdide to eat before I have to be at practice at eight. I walk into the kitchen to look for food and I notice my cat's litter box is emptied and sitting in the kitchen. I think the worst, but push it out of my mind, because it seems impossible that that would be what's going on. So I take a muffin into my room. My mom is telling me that she has to go pick my dad up. I notice something in her voice and her face that there's something else she wants to say to me. I think about the empty litter box again. She tells me we had to put Pepper, my cat, to sleep. I ask why and she tells me that Pepper had a stroke last night. She also mentions something about her going blind. I simply just turn around. My mom tells me that she is in a box on the deck in the back if I want to see her, and I just shake my head no. Once my mom left the house I just cried. I went out back to the box and just looked at it. I touched the top to open it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it and I went back inside. A few minutes later I go back out. This time, I went through with it. I'm not sure if I regret it or not. I couldn't see very well because it was dark, so I used the light of my cell phone to see her. She was partially covered in a red and white blanket with only her head and maybe her front paws outside of the blanket. There were colored flowers laying around her head. I closed the box immediately. I walked inside and got my things ready for practice.
Driving to YMCA I was a wreck. I left early because I didn't want my parents to see me like that. I went into the locker room and into the bathroom to get ready and realize that I grabbed the wrong suit and couldn't wear that one for practice, so I go to ask Kestrel if she has an extra suit. I tell her I was a little preoccupied while getting my things ready and I tell her the story, but I don't make it through the story without tearing up and then having to sit down and cry. So I just left. I just drove around and then sat in the Machesney Mall parking lot where I texted Jenna to ask what she was doing. Of course she was the first person I told what happened.
I went to Jenna's and things were fine until I started to talk about it. I know it seems kind of silly to be so upset about this. At least to me it seems silly because there's so many horrible things out there that are so much worse than this. I've been dreading that day that this would happen for so long now, and I suppose I kind of thought it would never happen because my cat has been around for about fourteen years of my life.
Anyway, hanging out with Jenna made me feel better. She just has that effect on me. We went for a drive. I love that... driving with no destination and just listening to music and talking. When we got back to her house she was going to go to bed and Joey called me.
I went to Joey's house and I told him what happened and he comforted me, and to make me smile he told me embarrassing stories from when he was little. He's really a great person, and he made me feel so much better. I love how I can really just tell him anything.
Nothing really happened after that.
I came home and read another chapter in In My Sister's Country.
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