My weekend full of baseball

Most of you in this class play a sport, I play baseball, My weekend was NONSTOP BASEBALL. It started out as a Double-Header (two games in one day) on Friday night. I was cool, but when it got around 8:30 it got COLD! *sigh* perfect, just perfect. we lost 3-8. Saturday was good for me, I finally joined a Church near my house (i have not joined a church before that) it was fun! : )

Im Back From Spring Break!! : (

I am sort of not wanting to go back to school....I really like watching T.V., shooting Cameron and Dakota with Nerf guns, playing Robolx , and stuff like that. *sigh* I just remembered That T.A.K.S. is in 2 weeks!!! I HATE T.A.K.S.!!! Why don't other states have to suffer like we have to in Texas! To me T.A.K.S. means nothing. It is just another benchmark or mile stone! I do think T.A.K.S. is important though, but I don't like it. I am VERY confident that I will pass the test. After I graduate from collage, I will try to end T.A.K.S. for good. I do NOT like the test one bit!

A Lesson Learned

I had a sort of fun and sort of scary weekend. As the people in Smittie's class and other classes can see, I am in a sling with a bandaged arm. I got bitten by a dog, a pitbull to be specific. It was not fun. The Nerf war before it was, but when I got bitten it was not. I was saved by a neighbor who was driving by while the pitbull was violently shaking my arm. He yelled at the dog and it let go.

I got a pretty deep wound. When the medic came into the house, he said "the pitbull got you pretty good". Anyway, here's how I got bitten: Dakota and I were walking to my house after a Nerf war and Dakota petted the dog, that was being walked by two little girls, so I figured it would be okay to pet it. I petted it once, twice, and the third time it bit my arm and started shaking it. Then the neighbor that I mentioned earlier came up and yelled at the pitbull. I thought that it was letting go to get a better grip, so I dropped my Nerf gun and ran as fast as I could. When my friends saw me running up the street, they were scared that I got bit by a pitbull when they saw the wound.

I ran in my house and my mom applied pressure on the wound, so blood would not run out. It took about 5 minutes for the ambulance to get here. I suppose that it is a good thing that I live pretty close to the fire station. I went outside with the EMT to get in the ambulance and some of my friends from the bus saw me. I got in the ambulance and my dad rode with me. Actually, it did not hurt that much and I only cried for a minute. I kept asking my mom and my dad if I was going to be okay and they kept on responding yes, and they were right!

I went to Children's Hospital (I was there for appendicitis last year), and the nurses were really nice. I didn't stay the night. When they put stitches on me, it didn't hurt. The pain medicine was not in a shot. It was liquid -- I had to drink it. I did NOT taste good! Even when they said it tasted like cherry, it still tasted horrible, but that was not for the wound, that was just for the needle. They ended up putting a gel on the wound and when they sewed it up, I did not feel a thing.

When I got in the car, I was really drugged up on medicine, so right when we left the parking lot, I was asleep.

I learned my lesson on this, the HARD way. Never pet a dog that you do not know! Especially pitbulls. :)