One year anniversary. With my LJ.
I have been diddling around with this little place in cyberspace. I originally began it for a place for short stories and so I have had an idea in mind for a while. I'll get that down in a little bit. Some of the random things which have happened at school lately have been: I am on the front row for the senior picture, I saw a goldfish in a urinal one day, I am failing Stat with 10 points, band is picking up, I am going to go to my final Eagle Board of Review if I have time before band and I should be an Eagle Saturday afternoon. Practice on Thursday was good and the game was very fun. With the Northview fan running through our cheerleader's banner, the cool screen and sound system, Treuman, field turf, good show, talking to Zach Timms to avoid stalker and Zach telling a funny joke about Ipod Nanos, CNN article about 16 kids in a family in Kansas all of their names beginning with J, Breast Ipods (? I guess. David was telling us about them), great weather, sitting with all the low saxes and the 4 coolest mellos who where there (Haha), candy on the way back (standard), and singing rounds. ENI was fun with escorting the first band who was very unorganized and unprepared, turning in my Eagle application, watching bands, frisbee, wearing a knee brace on my head, message-gram from my parents which didn't embarass me, really good show, handing out trophies, having 2000 people watch me run stairs...twice, but it was Mandy Guth's birthday and Carmen Martin told me to wish her a happy birthday. I didn't and Mandy vented in her LJ. (She doesn't know that I read it, but I should probably stop because that is creepy too. Tim gave it to me from someone else who thought I should know because it was so weird.) But I do not take orders from terrorists. HA. No seriously, I didn't say happy birthday to her. She isn't my friend. I didn't say happy birthday to the other two people who were born on the same day which I know better. Oh well. Maybe I have to be kind of a jerk for her to get over me.
I had a test in Bio and Anat. for possibly the 4th time this year on the same day. Pep band meeting and Trevor took me home, Mowed the lawn, and then my neighbor came by to drop of the keys because he is going on business and wants me to pet sit. So $40 more bucks. Good becuase I have spent quite a bit and I really need to fix my MP5. Let's see if I can write a story based on a true situation.
James Kager was born to Lawyer father and a high school math teacher mother. His grandfathers had served in WWII and his Mother's mother had been a nurse in the army when she met his grandfather, an army surgeon. James' father's parents died together in a car accident when James was three. Story over. Sad isn't it? Nah, JK! Not done! James never got to spend time with his father's parents due to their untimely death. But James did grow up close to his other set of Grandparents. They were both the perfect grandparents respectively, the kind woman who always cooks sweets for young ones, who kisses and tickles children, who makes sweaters and heals boo-boo's. His grandfather would make small wooden toys when James was a todler and then try to fix the more technilogically advanced toys James played with as an older child. James' grandfather would give sports advice and play alittle rougher with James. One day when James was 7 and his grandfather was 78, James' grandfather suffered a heart attack while playing football. James watched his grandfather die in James' own back yard by the playset. His grandmother was the first to find James crying on her husband. She carried him back into the house and comforted him while his father handled the situation. From then on, James' grandmother lived with the family and James grew as close to his grandmother as he was close to his own parents. As he grew, she taught him simple tools of the trade learned from nursing in the army and for a career. His parents were squeamish themselves, but James loved learning about medicine. James' grandmother pushed him towards a career in medicine. He became an Eagle scout where he saved two younger scouts from drowning after they capsized their canoe. James worked hard in high school taking AP classes to push his GPA to a 4.1. He took Anatomy in high school and applied Harvard Medical school, Emory, and Princeton. James' father had attended Harvard Law school, so James concentrated on making it into Harvard. His parents were happy for him, but didn't want anything to do with his profession and the blood that came with it. His grandmother was very happy and always said she would support him. James left his family after he was accepted. James got a call from his mother who was in tears telling him that his grandmother had died. She said that her mother had been cremated, unable to tell the greusome truth. James was hit hard and his friends tried to cheer him up. He kept up with his studies the best that he could. He was just distraught that he had never had the chance to see her again. He friends tried to calmly get him back to studying especially since he had his first encounter with a cadaver in his career coming up in two days. Two days later he walked into the lab and the professor uncovered his grandmother lying cold, blue and naked on a table waiting to be dissected by him and the others. He screamed, collapsed and had to be assited out of the room. His parents could not concieve that he would be the one to give his grandmother an autopsy, nor could they conceive that she would have given her body to science. Even so, Jame's grandmother really had kept her promise to help James out on his way to becoming a doctor.
I had a test in Bio and Anat. for possibly the 4th time this year on the same day. Pep band meeting and Trevor took me home, Mowed the lawn, and then my neighbor came by to drop of the keys because he is going on business and wants me to pet sit. So $40 more bucks. Good becuase I have spent quite a bit and I really need to fix my MP5. Let's see if I can write a story based on a true situation.
James Kager was born to Lawyer father and a high school math teacher mother. His grandfathers had served in WWII and his Mother's mother had been a nurse in the army when she met his grandfather, an army surgeon. James' father's parents died together in a car accident when James was three. Story over. Sad isn't it? Nah, JK! Not done! James never got to spend time with his father's parents due to their untimely death. But James did grow up close to his other set of Grandparents. They were both the perfect grandparents respectively, the kind woman who always cooks sweets for young ones, who kisses and tickles children, who makes sweaters and heals boo-boo's. His grandfather would make small wooden toys when James was a todler and then try to fix the more technilogically advanced toys James played with as an older child. James' grandfather would give sports advice and play alittle rougher with James. One day when James was 7 and his grandfather was 78, James' grandfather suffered a heart attack while playing football. James watched his grandfather die in James' own back yard by the playset. His grandmother was the first to find James crying on her husband. She carried him back into the house and comforted him while his father handled the situation. From then on, James' grandmother lived with the family and James grew as close to his grandmother as he was close to his own parents. As he grew, she taught him simple tools of the trade learned from nursing in the army and for a career. His parents were squeamish themselves, but James loved learning about medicine. James' grandmother pushed him towards a career in medicine. He became an Eagle scout where he saved two younger scouts from drowning after they capsized their canoe. James worked hard in high school taking AP classes to push his GPA to a 4.1. He took Anatomy in high school and applied Harvard Medical school, Emory, and Princeton. James' father had attended Harvard Law school, so James concentrated on making it into Harvard. His parents were happy for him, but didn't want anything to do with his profession and the blood that came with it. His grandmother was very happy and always said she would support him. James left his family after he was accepted. James got a call from his mother who was in tears telling him that his grandmother had died. She said that her mother had been cremated, unable to tell the greusome truth. James was hit hard and his friends tried to cheer him up. He kept up with his studies the best that he could. He was just distraught that he had never had the chance to see her again. He friends tried to calmly get him back to studying especially since he had his first encounter with a cadaver in his career coming up in two days. Two days later he walked into the lab and the professor uncovered his grandmother lying cold, blue and naked on a table waiting to be dissected by him and the others. He screamed, collapsed and had to be assited out of the room. His parents could not concieve that he would be the one to give his grandmother an autopsy, nor could they conceive that she would have given her body to science. Even so, Jame's grandmother really had kept her promise to help James out on his way to becoming a doctor.