We're all in a hurry.

We're all in a hurry to get out of High School && start our own lives.
After graduating I thought I'd live a life like I couldn't believe. I thought I'd go about
things the way I wanted to, but growing up...school is all you know. The people you go to school
with, you learn with, play with, and sit with at lunch. They're all you know and when the time
comes to leave them, you look back at all of that, not realizing how much you're going to miss them until you graduate and you're walking around walmart at 1:oo in the morning and you've seen one of your classmates since graduation. It's a feeling like no other, and it's not the greatest.
I always thought the summer was a sad time. It was great, but I always missed everyone, but the summer you walk into knowing you're not going to be going back to school...It's hard. I loved every single class mate I graduated. I can't stand the fact that I may never see some of them again. It's hard when you grow with them, not even thinking about life after graduation and then come graduation you can't keep growing with them. It's a time of walking that stage, getting that diploma, and knowing you did, but as you sit there waiting to be called, you look back at all your fellow classmates, and you want to break down. You see them walking with a smile wondering if they hate it too. They say everyone wants to get to heaven, but no one wants to die. I'm not ready for either, and I darn sure wasn't ready for graduation, but we're all in a hurry to escape something. I felt school was where I escaped too, being surrounded by people that have watched you grow and having grown ups enjoy taking time to teach you and prepare you for the real world and for your own life. I miss school so much.! I had to get it out.!

The teacher that made a difference.

I think all the teachers here at Childress High School are amazing, but there is one teacher that really stands out. The name would be Mrs. Kirkpatrick. Mrs. K for short. Mrs. K not only wants us to work, but she makes it work worth doing. I enjoy getting the chance to blog. Mrs. K actually reads them and comments them. I know teachers aren't suppose to be friends with the students, but she really gets along with all of us. The smile on her face, and the morning greetings; make us feel like she cares. It's easy to come to school, when you have someone that makes you feel like you want to be here. Not only is she they fun teacher, but she's like a counselor, she's just not that pushy. Yeah, she expects you to get your work done, but it's like she understands she's not the only teacher you have work for. There are a few days out of every six weeks she gives us to catch up on our work. It's not that she's ready to get rid of us...lol, but she wants to make sure we get the best grades we can get or can stay caught up. Mrs. K really makes it easy; especially with it being our senior year. Senior year isn't so exciting anymore. It's going to be too hard to leave a teacher you never thought you'd have. I never thought someone so caring, understanding, hardworking, yet fun all at the same time, would ever be a teacher. I'd have to say Childress High School is the best place to go to school even though I can't stand the fact that I live in Childress. We have great teachers, and an extremely awesome principle. Mrs. K has made all the difference; for the better. (:

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Seniorness

[S]sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's easy, it can be fun, just not when it's almost done.

[e]even though the time is nearing, there is a hole in your heart.

[n]never stops tearing.

[i]I'll miss these days as my future comes closer.

[o]over and over I think these things through.

[r]rather than leaving, I wish I could stay.

[y]yet my time here is going away.

[e]everything is changing, nothing stays the same

[a]as a senior you find it's not so lame.

[r]realizing I'm no longer a kid. My future awaits me and it's time to go.

I'm grown now, you see. It's time to let me go.

However, I must say, your senior year is the greatest 

you'll get lunch detention when you're the latest, but

it's all worth it and you just end up loving it.

The laughter, the teachers, the awesome principle and his assistant.

The early morning greetings and the no reason high fives.

You see you'll miss this, it's all so complicated.

With the memories you have it keeps you a smile.

For I have learned there is a place like home. It's your senior year.

A time you hold forever and dear.

Say goodbye to the faculty, the staff, and your friends, but

you can't say goodbye to the seniorness, it sticks

with you like the first time you rode a bike. I never thought school 

could be so much fun, till the very first day I started this thing.

I'm a senior && soon I'm gone, but to the good, the bad, the easy, and

the complicated...It was ALL WORTH IT, BABY!! 

In Salem

If I were being accused of witchcraft. Of course, like any other person I'd deny it.

I wouldn't keep on and keep on. It'd be a waste of time, but I would tell them it would come

back to bite them in the butt, when God punishes them for killing innocent people. I would let them know that they chose to find the worst in a person and that's not something God would do and for them to claim their acceptance of God, they sure aren't acting upon it. Also, it's all weird to me. How does it one day just happen? Why would they honestly believe in witches? Do they not believe in their God so much as to think witches exist? I would look at them in disgust, for they have disappointed their Lord and fellow people. I would pray for them loud enough for them to hear me and I would apologize that they do not know better. They are the sinners; not the accused. I would share all of that with them. If they chose to keep on. Well, my last words to them would be...It is not I whom I feel sorry for. It is you, because you chose to be a murderer to the innocent and I tried to keep you from making this mistake. I could not make you listen. Let's see how well it is to explain yourself when you meet your creator at his beautiful golden gates. It is then, you will see and by then it will be too late.

They Call Me Juicy

10 Reasons why I love Spring Semester.

1. We're not so eager to learn!! (j/k it was on Mrs. K's list so I went against it)
2. We're not excited to be in her class!! (I'm joking again. Her class is the stuff)
3. The wind blows a lot while they are trying to be trackin.
4. We are not dreading graduation.
5. I get more time with my babe.
6. Spring Break!!
7. Trevor && I get to get out && do things. Instead of just sitting around.
8. Easter!!
9. Seniors don't have taks testing.
10. I think I forgot SPRING BREAK!!! Yeah baby!!

Things that make me so sad.

So, I'm super bored in Speech class and felt like blogging. I hope you care to read the whole thing.
So, to start off...it hasn't hit me yet that we have lost the great Josh Ackerman. You know, he was something else. He had his life planned out he was taking himself somewhere. I can remember times where that boy has made me laugh and laughed at me and I can still see him posted up against the lockers in the hall way. I think he is a really great guy, but I want to share something. [They] say don't ever leave someone in words of hate because you really never know if you'll ever see them again. Well, as for Josh I just want to apologize to everybody, because my last words to him weren't the nicest, and now I'll never see him again and it hurts so bad. I regret it very much and I hope he knows he is loved so very much and missed more than words can ever begin to explain. He actually has done somethings for me that I appreciate and I haven't showed him and now it's too late. I still want to thank him. Josh was the boy people got up for in the morning. He was the cool kid that didn't try so hard. He was very sweet and had so much potential. Josh was super smart. I'm very proud of things he has accomplished. Josh has done so well. Missing him won't bring him back and I want to be happy that he's in a better place, but I'm so mad. He had so much going for him and could have succeeded in so many ways, but now he's not going to get to see all that. I hate that!! It pisses me off more than anything in the world. However, I found out he's an organ doner. While his life may not have been saved, he one day will save the life of another. Just one more reason to be ever so proud of that boy. It's so hard having to force myself into believing God has taken him now, but I believe he knows we still love him the same and we'll miss him so much. Josh, I'm very proud of you and who you were becoming. You surprised us in many ways. You worked, took care of school, and made time to have fun. You tackled the world and all it's obstacles and you were strong enough to handle it. We're going to miss you so much. I know you dont' know this because I didn't get to tell you, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being mad at you and I'm sorry I didn't apologize sooner, but just know you're still the amazing person you've always been. I think you're beautiful inside and out. I can't wait to see you soon. With more love than you could know. - Britni.

*everybody loves and misses you Josh.* * Don't worry we'll help you look out for your family. I bet they're just as strong as you and I know they miss you. They love you, we all do. You're a great son, brother, friend, cousin, uncle and just everything.*

There is no second reason. :(

18+5

18 reasons why I'm thankful for my parents:
1. my daddy makes me laugh.
2. my step dad has never let us go without things we really need.
3. my mommy takes care of me when I'm sick.
4. my step mom- I can tell her anything and everything and she helps me.
5. My daddy is there when I need a shoulder to cry on and he cries with me and makes it better.
6. My step dad got me a job and helps with the most important things.
7. my mommy-she's planning my life after I graduate. so, I can be someone.
8. My step mom is my best friend.
9. My daddy knows I'm not perfect but doesn't hold it against me.
10. my step dad loves me like his own.
11. my mommy accepts my wrongs and helps fix them.
12. my step mom makes my daddy happy.
13. my daddy works his booty off for us.
14. my step dad loves my mommy.
15. my mommy works her booty off for them.
16. my step mom makes me appointments because she fears for my health.
17. THEY ARE ALL JUST SO AMAZING.
18.THEY ALL LOVE ME UNCONDITIONALLY. (:

5. REASONS THEY ARE THANKFUL FOR ME.
1. I'm funny.
2. I like to help.
3. If they aren't feeling well I do my best to make them better.
4. I don't get in trouble.
5. I'm loud. (they get irratated but I know they happy because they be all laughing telling me I'm goofy)

Meet miracle baby who was born twice

Returned to womb after life-saving surgery, she arrived 10 weeks later

By Mike Celizic

TODAYShow.com contributor

When Chad and Keri McCartney say their infant daughter, Macie Hope, is born again, they aren’t referring to religion — the month-old miracle baby really was born twice.

The first “birth” was about six months into Keri McCartney’s pregnancy, when surgeons at Texas Children’s Hospital took the tiny fetus from Keri’s womb to remove a tumor that would have killed Macie before she was born.

The second time was on May 3, when the McCartneys welcomed their surgically repaired — and perfectly healthy — baby girl into the world.

The happy couple talked exclusively to TODAY’s Ann Curry on Friday from the hospital, where they were joined by Dr. Darrell Cass, the fetal surgeon who led the team that performed a surgery that has been successfully completed fewer than 20 times around the world. In Macie’s case, he said, “We were very, very fortunate. It really turned out perfectly.”

The McCartneys’ story began in Keri’s 23rd week of pregnancy, when the couple took their entire family to their obstetrician’s office to discover the sex of the baby Keri was carrying.

“We had our whole family,” Chad McCartney told Curry. “Our four kids had piled into the van, and we headed to our routine ultrasound to find out what the sex of the baby was going to be. That was the big discussion on the way up, so there was lots of excitement.”

A deadly revelation
Everyone went into the ultrasound room, eager to see the image of the fetus displayed on the screen. “All of a sudden the ultrasound tech had a very concerned look on her face,” Chad said. “She rushed our kids out of the room and then informed us there was a large mass on our baby.”

The ultrasound image showed what looked like a balloon growing out of Macie’s tailbone — except that it was full of blood vessels and was as big as the fetus itself. The tumor was noncancerous ... but still deadly.

“This tumor was gigantic,” Cass said. “It was the size of a grapefruit.”

The McCartneys’ obstetrician had never seen such a tumor in all her years of practice. After some research, she discovered that Texas Children’s Hospital in Houston — six hours away from the family’s Laredo home — was one of only three hospitals in the world that specialized in such conditions.

“This is incredibly rare. It’s about one in 40,000 births,” Cass said. “Many times, these tumors can grow and remain small and they don’t really affect the fetus very significantly. In Macie’s instance, this tumor grew incredibly rapidly … and basically it was stealing the blood that her body needed to grow. She would have died if nothing had been done.”

A fitting name
Keri and Chad went home with the desperate prognosis and decided they needed to name their infant right then.

“We both made a decision that we have a name for her, because we had been told that there was less than a 10 percent chance that she was going to make it,” Chad McCartney said, fighting back tears as he told the story. “We wanted to pick a name that would be appropriate, so we named her Macie Hope — because that was all we felt we had.”

They went to Houston for the surgery, which Cass described, with a surgeon’s understatement, as “tricky.”

“It required that Mrs. McCartney went under a very, very deep anesthesia, about seven times deeper than the average operation,” he said. “That’s necessary in order to have the uterus very, very relaxed.”

He and two other surgeons opened Keri’s abdomen and brought her uterus entirely outside her body. “We had to find an area of the uterus that we could open safely so that we didn’t disturb the placenta,” he explained.

When they found such a place, they opened the relaxed womb and extracted about 80 percent of Macie Hope’s body — which weighed no more than a quarter of a pound — leaving just the head and upper body in the womb. Exposing the fetus to the air carried the danger that she would go into cardiac arrest, and the surgeons worked quickly to remove the tumor and return Macie to the safety of the womb.

That part of the four-hour procedure took about 20 minutes. The surgeons then had to carefully close up the uterus so that it would be watertight, to keep the amniotic fluid from leaking out.

“Then we had to hope that the pregnancy was going to last,” Cass added.

Born again
That hope was also answered. Macie Hope didn’t make it the entire nine months, but, Cass said, “The pregnancy lasted another 10 weeks, which allowed Macie to recover from this tumor that had been killing her.”

On May 3, Macie Hope was born again, this time to stay. She and her mother have remained at Texas Medical Center since as they both fully recover from the miracle surgery. Macie still has a large scar on her backside, which surgeons say can be repaired when she gets older.

Keri and Chad McCartney were expecting to take their miracle baby home on Saturday, and they couldn’t have been happier.

“We are doing great,” Keri McCartney told Curry. “I am so excited to think that we’re leaving tomorrow.”

She cradled Macie Hope in her arms. The infant, sporting a thick head of hair, slept through it all, prompting her mother to say, “Obviously she is completely at peace and content with it all.”

Through the eyes of a dog!!

Ahh, the sweet smell of the bacon!! I could smell it here in my dog house!! My, it smelled good.
I charged at the small door my grown fellows made for me. Which I find it very useful. It allows me to get in and out of the house. I don't know if they know this, but it's pretty genius I think. I ran after the smell as fast as my small legs would take me as my mouth dripped with juicy slobber. Oh, it's beautiful. A big puddle of chocolate water. I rolled in it and jumped around in it, but then I couldn't get the bacon out of my nose. I ran back up to the door. I jumped in ready to eat!! "No, bad dog." I heard. "Bath time for you, little missy." I didn't understand it. I just put my head down as I was carried into this place with lots of things. My personal favorite. The water bowl!! I climb this small thing I see Britni standing on when she's playing with her hair. Britni is my bestfriend. That's what she tells me. She says later in the day she's taking me to the park. I have lots of other friends there, too. I'm not liking this thing called a bath too much. The water tickles my nose and I have to blow it out. I love the belly rub. It's my favorite. Boy, does it tickle!! I wait to shake it off. I can't take this torture. I like to run around in the free air. Oh boy, oh boy , oh boy. It's time. The park. I run to the door waiting to be put in my suitcase. This is my best part of everyday, well, the days I get to go. We arrive. The trip was a little bumpy. I had to tinkle bad. I held it in. Oh yes, the clean fresh air. I spot a tree. A beautiful tree I mark my belonging and I run around. I play with my bestfriend and my friends happy as could be. I run after them and they run after me. Our bestfriends chase and when they catch us they laugh and rub our bellies. We feel like Kings and Queens. It's a great feeling. I'm getting kind of hot. I'm very thirsty but my friend doesn't let me out to the lake where I can enjoy the water. I sit sad and scared. Sad because I can't drink it and scared to run off. I run off anyways. I drink up the water as fast as I can, but she's already coming. I get as low to the ground as I can as she yells at me. I feel bad and unloved. I don't know why I had to run off. Now, I don't think she likes me very much. I just lay my head on her as she carries me back telling me I did a bad thing. It makes me feel better that she carries me but I still hurt from being yelled at. We arrive home and she tells me she loves me and calls me her baby. I feel so much better. I look at her and notice her mouth beginning to widen. I know now it's time to go to sleep. After a days running around I sure am tired. I cuddle up against her warm tummy and slowly my eyes begin to droop. THE END