There lives will never be the same...

My heart goes out to the families that are waiting in that parking lot, waiting to see if their child is one of the 18 in that class to be carried out in a plastic bag. That guy shot the teacher in the foot, but just HAD to kill those 18 innocent children. Imagine being in 7th grade or whatever grade, and having to pass that class room that your sibling might have been in, and smell blood and death. It makes me sick. When my mom told me about that, I was sitting in my kitchen. We live RIGHT across the street from a tri school ( Meaning they have all grades from preschool to 12th grade. ), and I saw that American flag in front of that school, waving like it has been ever since it's creation. It is supposed to mean freedom, pride, and strength. But now, look at this country. Children can't even receive an education without a fear of ending up like these 18 four year olds, being carried out in a bag. I cried. I cried for the parents, running towards that school to find out if their toddler is dead or fatally injured. I cried for those older siblings, who had to pass that room, and see their sibling laying on the ground, bleeding to death. I cried for the families, who have to go home tonight and see those presents underneath the Christmas tree, labeled to the kid that they will never see again. I cried, because their lives will never be the same.



-Meghan

Karate chopping ugh.

I have to go to Brazillian Jiu Jitsu class today... Ugh. I don't really like it, but it gets me out of school for the day. AND before we go, we are going to drive by my possible future boarding stable! Eek! *Claps like a retarded seal and does freaky happy dance* I wonder what it will be like. I have seen pictures of it, but I only saw a picture of one of the barns. It isn't anything fancy, like a TB training farm. Just a happy, nice, back yard enviroment. The barn was built like 20-30 years ago, so you can probably see where I am going here. My current trainer has the cleanest barn in all of horse barn history. If I see a little poo flake in a stall, I have to pick it up. If there is a single cobweb, I instantly dust it off, if there is a spec of dust, then I am trained to grab the duster. I dust her arena. I FRIGGIN DUST HER ARENA! So as you can see, it is a shame that I am doing pasture board. I think I would be very helpful around the barn... :) Well, I am off to start school. Bye!

-Meghan