Remembering a legend...
Me and my dad have a good relationship now. We talk to each other, and we listen to what the other is saying. I respect him so much now, and I’m glad that I can be here with him. My step mom still doesn’t like me, so I don’t see my dad and my sisters as much as I would like. But I call when I have a chance, just to tell him that I love him and that I miss him.
I work at Parkdale In the afternoons and I got to school in the evenings. I was enrolled for Math and English. Something simple to start with, just to get the hang of it. Since my accident, which was on October 4th, I had to drop my English Class. The teacher wouldn’t work with me for missing 2 classes. He said I had to take the fail. But in my English class, if you fail more than 2 essays and do poorly on 1 other, you fail for the whole semester. I talked to my dad, and we both agreed that the teacher was an anal jerk head jerk face and that I should drop the class. So now, I only have to take math. But it’s hard to go without a car. I don’t like relying on my gramma to take me every Monday and Wednesday and Stephen to pick me up. (Yesterday was great though; my gramma let me take her car since I got my cast off last Friday. The reason: Stephen’s big sister from Ohio is in town and it was a waste for my gramma to drive me 30 minutes there, drop me off, go home for 5 minutes, then drive 30 more minutes to pick me up.) I got another job and Paradise Recreation Center on Saturdays. I teach 5- 12-year-old the basic techniques of soccer. (You see, I’m still doing it! Soccer’s in my blood!) I also do Unique Girls Club at Parkdale once a month. It gives the neighborhood girls a chance to come down and meet the other girls and play games and watch movies. It’s a lot of fun. This other girl Gema does it with me. We get along so well. Its funny, I used to be so jealous of Gema. She is just so nice and everyone loves her. (Stephen liked her, maybe that’s why I was jealous, but he loves me now, so I’m not jealous anymore.)
It’s hard to go from pretty happy with what you have, to losing one of the most important pieces of you life in a second. My car was my life, I used it every second I had. I spent more money on my car because I wanted too, not because I had too. I had a 2000 Plymouth Neon, not a dodge, but a Plymouth! I complained about it being too slow, and about it not having power locks or windows, even about the fact that it had only a cassette player. But I loved my car. I used it for everything, and in this town, you need a car. It wasn’t just about the car. The accident was my fault. I lost control of my car and went into on coming traffic. I hit another car and spun into a wall. I dislocated my right wrist and hit my head causing it to bleed pretty badly. I don’t remember hitting the girl. I remember I started to lose control. I tried to gain it back, but it was too late. I woke up and I was in the back seat of my car. (The first time I didn’t wear a seat belt while driving, and I get in an accident.) I was rushed to the hospital, and so was the other girl. Chris was there. It was a Monday night and I was meeting him at the K-mart to talk. It was the day after his birthday and I was at school, he called my cell phone and wanted to hang out. I told him to meet me at K-mart and say hi for a minute before I went home. After talking I started to head home, he was in his car beside me when I went through the light at Sandhill and Sahara. (I was traveling East on Sahara. There is a sharp right turn after the Sandhill light and I hit it going to fast.) I usually turn on Boulder Highway when I’m on Sahara to go home, but since Chris was there, I thought I would go on Lamb, which was 2 lights down. He saw the whole thing happen. All I remember when the police arrived was where the heck my phone was. (I had just bought it the week before and I wasn’t about to lose it over some stupid accident.) After I was rushed to the hospital, he found my phone in my car, and my glasses. My shoes were off. One was still on the accelerator and the other was in the back seat where they found me. My dad came in while I was on the table at the hospital. I didn’t cry at all until I saw him. It hurts that I disappointed him like I did. He finally started to trust me and I get in an accident. That’s what I can’t get over. My gramma called Stephen. She told him as much as she knew, he was there waiting. Chris was there too. (That was kind of Awkward.) My gramma’s and My step mom, Chris’s mom came too. Its kind of blurry, but I remember seeing Stephen’s face when he finally got to see me. We both started to cry. He cares about me a lot. And I know that he really loves me…
NEXT EDITION: The aftermath of my accident and how I’m trying to cope.
Kristin Lynn...
{702} 401-1510 Call Me!!!
I work at Parkdale In the afternoons and I got to school in the evenings. I was enrolled for Math and English. Something simple to start with, just to get the hang of it. Since my accident, which was on October 4th, I had to drop my English Class. The teacher wouldn’t work with me for missing 2 classes. He said I had to take the fail. But in my English class, if you fail more than 2 essays and do poorly on 1 other, you fail for the whole semester. I talked to my dad, and we both agreed that the teacher was an anal jerk head jerk face and that I should drop the class. So now, I only have to take math. But it’s hard to go without a car. I don’t like relying on my gramma to take me every Monday and Wednesday and Stephen to pick me up. (Yesterday was great though; my gramma let me take her car since I got my cast off last Friday. The reason: Stephen’s big sister from Ohio is in town and it was a waste for my gramma to drive me 30 minutes there, drop me off, go home for 5 minutes, then drive 30 more minutes to pick me up.) I got another job and Paradise Recreation Center on Saturdays. I teach 5- 12-year-old the basic techniques of soccer. (You see, I’m still doing it! Soccer’s in my blood!) I also do Unique Girls Club at Parkdale once a month. It gives the neighborhood girls a chance to come down and meet the other girls and play games and watch movies. It’s a lot of fun. This other girl Gema does it with me. We get along so well. Its funny, I used to be so jealous of Gema. She is just so nice and everyone loves her. (Stephen liked her, maybe that’s why I was jealous, but he loves me now, so I’m not jealous anymore.)
It’s hard to go from pretty happy with what you have, to losing one of the most important pieces of you life in a second. My car was my life, I used it every second I had. I spent more money on my car because I wanted too, not because I had too. I had a 2000 Plymouth Neon, not a dodge, but a Plymouth! I complained about it being too slow, and about it not having power locks or windows, even about the fact that it had only a cassette player. But I loved my car. I used it for everything, and in this town, you need a car. It wasn’t just about the car. The accident was my fault. I lost control of my car and went into on coming traffic. I hit another car and spun into a wall. I dislocated my right wrist and hit my head causing it to bleed pretty badly. I don’t remember hitting the girl. I remember I started to lose control. I tried to gain it back, but it was too late. I woke up and I was in the back seat of my car. (The first time I didn’t wear a seat belt while driving, and I get in an accident.) I was rushed to the hospital, and so was the other girl. Chris was there. It was a Monday night and I was meeting him at the K-mart to talk. It was the day after his birthday and I was at school, he called my cell phone and wanted to hang out. I told him to meet me at K-mart and say hi for a minute before I went home. After talking I started to head home, he was in his car beside me when I went through the light at Sandhill and Sahara. (I was traveling East on Sahara. There is a sharp right turn after the Sandhill light and I hit it going to fast.) I usually turn on Boulder Highway when I’m on Sahara to go home, but since Chris was there, I thought I would go on Lamb, which was 2 lights down. He saw the whole thing happen. All I remember when the police arrived was where the heck my phone was. (I had just bought it the week before and I wasn’t about to lose it over some stupid accident.) After I was rushed to the hospital, he found my phone in my car, and my glasses. My shoes were off. One was still on the accelerator and the other was in the back seat where they found me. My dad came in while I was on the table at the hospital. I didn’t cry at all until I saw him. It hurts that I disappointed him like I did. He finally started to trust me and I get in an accident. That’s what I can’t get over. My gramma called Stephen. She told him as much as she knew, he was there waiting. Chris was there too. (That was kind of Awkward.) My gramma’s and My step mom, Chris’s mom came too. Its kind of blurry, but I remember seeing Stephen’s face when he finally got to see me. We both started to cry. He cares about me a lot. And I know that he really loves me…
NEXT EDITION: The aftermath of my accident and how I’m trying to cope.
Kristin Lynn...
{702} 401-1510 Call Me!!!