My dad is currently at Gwinnett Medical Hospital, until tomorrow when they will ambulance him over to St. Joseph's for a heart cath (his second one, including the one in January of 2008). On January 16, 2008 (my mom's birthday) she called me at school to let me know that my dad had had a heart attack. He was in Texas on a business trip at the time, and of course i was freaked out of my mind. We flew out to see him that night, and I think he stayed at the cardiac hospital in Houston for like (2?) weeks. Mom and I only stayed for a few days.
Recently (as in, the last couple of weeks), my dad has been feeling pains in his chest, similar to the ones he felt prior to his heart attack in '08. However, he didn't inform anyone (that I know of) until his regularly-scheduled doctor's appointment last Friday. Grrr. Why didn't he tell anyone? Anyway, his doctor told him not to wait on something that serious, especially given his family history of heart problems (duh), and sent him off to the ER at Gwinnett Medical. He stayed there Friday night, Saturday night, and is staying there tonight. That we know of, they're mostly just keeping him there for observations and tests. Tomorrow they are going to do a heart cath, and while they're in there, they are going to put another stint or angioplasty if needed. I'm going to see him tomorrow!
Amehdilla
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
High School... yay?
Alright, I'm not going to make this post as long as my last one, because I am beat from this week.
Today we got our 9th grade class form things where our teachers have initialed by whichever class of their subject they recommend to us. It is also the form where we get to fill out our first, second, and third choice electives for next year. Previous to this week, I was scared to death of going to high school in the fall. I mean, what rising 9th grader isn't? Our high school building is like 3 times the size of our middle school, not to mention the fact that there are going to be over 3,500 students there, as opposed to our MS's less than 1,000. So yes, I was scared. Scared of the older kids, scared of not making friends, scared of being away from my current friends, but most of all, scared of the fact that in just 4 short years, we will all go our separate ways into the cold, cruel "real world". Because my biggest fear in life is being without my friends, you can see how this would just about make me break down into tears in the middle of homeroom. But after the people we've had come over from the high school to talk to us this week, I'm a little bit more relaxed. I'm actually looking forward to my new math class, marching band (how am I going to learn to play the saxophone in just one summer?!?!), and definitely the bigger lockers! Now, to just get the same exact schedules as all my friends... it could happen, right?
Here's my list of classes for next year:
gifted english
gifted biology
accelerated gifted integrated algebra (I got into accelerated! yes!)
Electives I want to take:
1. band (duh)
2. German I
3. Journalism: Intro to yearbook (etc.)
Clubs I may be interested in:
marching band
Beta Club
equestrian club
photography club
literary magazine
(there are over 70 clubs, but I think that's enough for now!)
Amehdilla
Today we got our 9th grade class form things where our teachers have initialed by whichever class of their subject they recommend to us. It is also the form where we get to fill out our first, second, and third choice electives for next year. Previous to this week, I was scared to death of going to high school in the fall. I mean, what rising 9th grader isn't? Our high school building is like 3 times the size of our middle school, not to mention the fact that there are going to be over 3,500 students there, as opposed to our MS's less than 1,000. So yes, I was scared. Scared of the older kids, scared of not making friends, scared of being away from my current friends, but most of all, scared of the fact that in just 4 short years, we will all go our separate ways into the cold, cruel "real world". Because my biggest fear in life is being without my friends, you can see how this would just about make me break down into tears in the middle of homeroom. But after the people we've had come over from the high school to talk to us this week, I'm a little bit more relaxed. I'm actually looking forward to my new math class, marching band (how am I going to learn to play the saxophone in just one summer?!?!), and definitely the bigger lockers! Now, to just get the same exact schedules as all my friends... it could happen, right?
Here's my list of classes for next year:
gifted english
gifted biology
accelerated gifted integrated algebra (I got into accelerated! yes!)
Electives I want to take:
1. band (duh)
2. German I
3. Journalism: Intro to yearbook (etc.)Clubs I may be interested in:
marching band
Beta Club
equestrian club
photography club
literary magazine
(there are over 70 clubs, but I think that's enough for now!)
Amehdilla
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Blonde Test
To all my fellow blondies out there:
Here is a blonde test that our LA sub gave to 3 lucky blondes (one of which was one of my bff's!) and they COULDN'T GET IT! So, I think it is high time for us blondes to redeem ourselves in the world. Answer this question:
Q: In the picture to the right, is the bus traveling right or left?
I'll give the answer in a few days... maybe... ;D
Amehdilla
Ipod: Lost and Found
As I let most people know today, my ipod was STOLEN. That's right, STOLEN. My brand-new bright blue 5th generation nano with 496 of my personal songs and 12 of my own 20-second-and-under home videos. GONE. It all started where it does on a normal day, after the bus picks me up at 8:46 A.M. sharp. I trudged to seat R10, my assigned (but appreciated) place of sitting. I plopped onto the bench as soon as our (new, what the heck is her name?) bus driver hit 
the gas and sped around an immediate right turn. I almost lost my lunch bag (old school, Red Paisley Vera Bradley) and Bobo (my oboe of three years). After I had everything situated (oboe between me and bus window, bookbag in lap, lunch bag somewhere around there) I unzipped my jacket and reached into the top compartment of my bookbag where I keep my phone, ipod (and earbuds), chapstick, and lotion. I pulled my long, tangled white earbuds out of the little pocket. They weren't connected to any ipod, which was okay, because I always disconnect them before putting them away. After removing my cell phone, 2 sticks of chapstick (moisturizing and original), a tube of lotion, and a paperclip, but no ipod, I knew something was wrong. Wasn't it supposed to be in here? Oh crap, I thought, searching through my bookbag pocket again. Crap, crap, crap. Where did I leave it? I thought back to Tuesday, when we had a sub in band, and I listened to it at the end of class. Oh shoot, did I leave it on my stand?!?!?! No, because I was listening to it on the way to the [Jr. Beta Club] social. Okay, so it isn't in the band classroom. That's good. I was pretty certain that I didn't leave it in the cafeteria. When I thought about it some more, I realized that Tuesday was the day that I came back here, to my mom's house. And I hadn't used it yesterday (Wednesday). So, did I leave it in my ihome at my dad's? Maybe. Thanks to these reassuring thoughts, I was starting to relax a little. Talking to Michaella on the afternoon bus ride helped me even more. I came home and ran upstairs (after putting leftover chicken fried rice in the microwave). As luck would have it, my ipod wasn't stolen at all! It was in my purse.
the gas and sped around an immediate right turn. I almost lost my lunch bag (old school, Red Paisley Vera Bradley) and Bobo (my oboe of three years). After I had everything situated (oboe between me and bus window, bookbag in lap, lunch bag somewhere around there) I unzipped my jacket and reached into the top compartment of my bookbag where I keep my phone, ipod (and earbuds), chapstick, and lotion. I pulled my long, tangled white earbuds out of the little pocket. They weren't connected to any ipod, which was okay, because I always disconnect them before putting them away. After removing my cell phone, 2 sticks of chapstick (moisturizing and original), a tube of lotion, and a paperclip, but no ipod, I knew something was wrong. Wasn't it supposed to be in here? Oh crap, I thought, searching through my bookbag pocket again. Crap, crap, crap. Where did I leave it? I thought back to Tuesday, when we had a sub in band, and I listened to it at the end of class. Oh shoot, did I leave it on my stand?!?!?! No, because I was listening to it on the way to the [Jr. Beta Club] social. Okay, so it isn't in the band classroom. That's good. I was pretty certain that I didn't leave it in the cafeteria. When I thought about it some more, I realized that Tuesday was the day that I came back here, to my mom's house. And I hadn't used it yesterday (Wednesday). So, did I leave it in my ihome at my dad's? Maybe. Thanks to these reassuring thoughts, I was starting to relax a little. Talking to Michaella on the afternoon bus ride helped me even more. I came home and ran upstairs (after putting leftover chicken fried rice in the microwave). As luck would have it, my ipod wasn't stolen at all! It was in my purse.Thanks for reading my rambling! :3 You are greatly appreciated!
Amehdilla
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