Let me tell you about the most miserable experience that I had.  On Dec 23, at 11:45p.m I was taken to the hospital because I thought that I was throwing up blood, I had intense pains in my stomach as well as my lower abdomen, I was dizzy, and I could not stop throwing up for the last 8 hours.  I told my doctor that I had acid reflect disease and he pushed on my stomach to see where it hurt.  He was worried that with my medical history and the thought that I was throwing up something reddish brown, so the only way to see what was in my stomach was to scope my stomach.  The way that they would have to scope my stomach would be to stick a rubber tube down my nose passed my through to my stomach where all the fluids would be sucked out.  Pleasant Huh???  I was not crazy about this option but the doctor said that you are bleeding in your stomach you can die within the next 12 hours if nothing is done.  The nurse, who was a Michigan fan and who was trying to talk me out of the procedure, gave me my I.V. and some painkillers and she slowly slid the tube down nose to my stomach.  The whole time the tube was in me I felt like I was chocking.  I couldn’t breathe, I kept on coughing, and I was crying because the pain was so bad.  At one point I was screaming, GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!!  The doctor finally pulled the tube out of my nose and it burned coming up.  I could not breathe and I was still throwing up.  Thankfully, there was no blood in my stomach.  I was finally discharged at 4:00a.m (Christmas Eve Day) with a diagnoses of vertigo and in so much pain I couldn’t see straight.  That was the most painful experience of my life I was still hurting 2 days later. 

A couple of weeks ago there was shocking news; one of my friends was administered into the hospital for a serious medical condition. I couldn’t believe that a girl that is in her late twenties had to experience this. I heart, yes my heart unlike some people’s notions of me I do have a heart and I wish people would stop assuming otherwise, goes out to her and her family. Do I feel sorry for her being in the hospital? Of Course I Do! What kind of a person would I be if I said that I didn’t? Even though myself and the sister have had our differences (fights, bashing, and cruelty towards each others) but I still have feelings and if she, or any sister, honestly needed my help, I would drop whatever I was doing to help her. Come on, I’m not that much of a cold hearted bitch. I know from personal experience what a hospitalization can do to ones self and the family. I only hope that she does make a full recovery and is able to walk away from this a better person. I hope that she realize that medical conditions are a real situation that should not be taken as a joke. I wish you a fast and safe recovery but remember that everything happens for a reason and all we can hope is that we all can learn something from that experience.

I can’t believe that, that bastard was only sentenced to less than 2 years in prison.  Can you believe that, that is all that he got.  That bastard should have received more, for all the innocent animals that were cruelly murdered for his pleasure and amusement.  How can he live with himself after what he has done.  Those dogs were supposed to be loved and cared for not to be made to fight to the death.  The part that is just sad is that once his sentence is over there is a chance that he would be able to return to football.  How disgusting is that?  It just shows that in the United States if you have money and also it helps if you are an athlete that you are above the law.

If you do feel that pledging is not for you that is O.K.  Pledging is not for everyone, just make sure that it is the decision that you want.  The connections that you make with the sisters as well as the pledges will stay with you even when you drop.  If you are not ready to pledge for the whole six weeks you always have the option of pledging next semester.  Just to let you know that when pay your dues for pledging you do not get that money back.  

The day we stopped being friends is when you took our friendship for granite.  At the beginning of our friendship we were more than friends it did feel like we were sisters.  We knew each other for years and I finally was able to see you for who you truly are.  A lier, control freak, and the most important a user.  Looking back and it is so clear on how you treated me.  I remember how you used me and my family to get everything you wanted.  I remember all the lies we told each other to make the friendship work.  I remember how I was forced to listen to all your problems but you didn’t have the time to listen to my problems.  Even if I did tell you something that was wrong you turned it around to hurt me later.  You have no idea how many nights I cried because you hurt me.  What kind of friend is that?  At times I wondered whether were really my friend or that the only reason that we were friends because we were the girls around and it just happened.  After knowing you I don’t know whether I would ever be able trust anyone ever again.  Good bye M… I miss always miss you as a friend but not as a person.