Second Quarter Blogging: Blog #2

    To start High school I had to get some shots, but i had always detested them. They hurt and its creepy, especially when they withdrawal the blood. It stings so bad and leaves bruises on my skin. I straight up hate it and everytime I go to the doctor, that is my fear.
    The day I went to go get my physiscal done in the Murphysboro clinic I was about to start crying and I hadn't even been taken into the room yet. My mom looked at me in disbelief. I was already fourteen -about to be fifteen, and still scared of shots, worse than a four of five year old child. I didn't care, I wasn't about to hide my feelings, I was greatly panicking at the thought of the four shots I was about to get. I kept on shaking my foot, popping my fingers, and swishing aroud the labret stud.
    I had gotten into the habbit of moving my piercing stud front an back. It was very intertaining but I loosened it up very easily all the time, so I was trying to stop that. Although, every once in a while I would catch myself doing it once again. Especially when I was nervous, which was what I was now doing.
    When I walked into the doctors office I didn't even want to listen, I was just thinking about the shots I was going to get. As the nurse stood up and prepared the materials to poke my poor self, I just wanted to push her and run away, but I knew it wouldn't be a good idea. I looked down at my phone and realized I had a text from my best friend T.J. he seemed to be in a good  mood. I replied to his mesage by telling him about the way I felt for the shots. As I texted my eyes filled up with tears and my eyesight got blurry -I was crying. When my buddy, T.j. texted back he had a very good question for me, and it said,
    "Kari, how did you get a piercing if you are so scared of needles and things like that going in your skin? Also, insn't the piercing more painful than the little shot?"
    Okay, I pretty much felt stupid. He was more than right, I had never thought of that before. Then POW, the needle was in, I looked at the nurse and asked her if she thought it would hurt a lot. By the time she said a little the needle was out. It felt less than a little pinch to me. I couldn't believe how foolish I had been all this time, worring myself and majorly freaking out for that!
    My tears and emotions for shots where insignificant in fact, but I had now atleast lost the fear for needles... Or maybe I had since before, without even knowing.

Second Quarter King of the Mild Frontier Blog#1

    Even as a Young child, Chris' temper would set off like fireworks. Describe a time when your temper got the best of you. Were there consequences for you actions?
    As a little kid i was usually the calm one, and the youngest one at home. I was use to always having the attention.
    As my brother started getting older and dating I didn't really appreciate his girlfriends comming over. There one once girl in specific I hated, her name was Yasmin. She thought she was all cute, and liked hating on me in indirect ways. She was just the most annoying thing in the world. Every day she would come home with my brother, and stay for dinner. Then, as soon as she left she started texting him, calling him, or if that didn't work she would e-mail him.
    I felt so annoyed when I was in the middle of a conversation with my brother and she all of a sudden called, or if we had plans she would show up.
    One day I just got straight up tired of her, and when she called my brother he left to the room to talk to her. I yelled at him for leaving in the middle of our conversation, but he just smiled and looked down, but still left me there, talking to myself.
    I thought of something to do to him, but it was hard. I usually didn't do mean stuff to him, we were to close, but I also wanted him to stop dumping his little sister for a girl who was a major annoyance to me. That's when I remembered about the fire extinguisher...
   In a matter of few seconds I already had it in my hands and I was preparing for the attack, and fixed myself in a diagonal position under the door.
    When I was spraying it, all I did was yell out loud, "Fire in the house!".
   In less than three seconds my big brother was already outside of the bedroom, the phone still in his left hand. He was so scared, and asked me why I would do such a thing. All I told him is it was his fault for not watching me properly and talking on the phone with short stuff so much.
    He cleaned up the mess himself and had to explain to my parents it was all an accident and I had just confused the extinguisher with the air freshener... it was a big lie, but it worked. For all of us, my parents, him, and me cause I got what I wanted. He stopped randomly leaving.