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My son did the cutest thing in the world last night. HE has been trying really hard to sit up by himself and he has done a rather good job at it. still wobbly but to say the least he is getting there. I took him to the doctor yesterday and in the office he flipped over and started laughing histarically. the doctor walked in and took his diaper off to examine the red bumps on his skin and he was close to try to really look at them and Gunner farted right in his face. it was pretty funny. But on another not we still dont know what is wrong with him or why these bumps appeared and have spread the way they have. I feel so stupid for not knowing this earlier but i think i figured out the cause; see about a month and a half ago he was really sick. I took him to the doctor and all they would say is that he just had a little cold or something, well he wouldnt eat and he wouldnt hardly do anything, his throat was sore and looking back i dont know why i didnt think of it then. He could have had strep throat. See strep before, during or after can cause a chicken pock like rash on the skin and remain there for as long as it wants to without medicational cream. The doctor asked me if he had been around any one sick and i said no because he hasnt, but i never though that he could have had strp because no one did any tests to make sure he didnt have it. So im thinking that he had it and we didnt know and thats what caused the "rash" or whatever it is. Needless to say i did get some pericite cream and that should take care of it but its the simple fact that i let how worried i was get in the way of my logical thinking. Im going to call the doctor today and tell him what i think and maybe it will help him get the right kind of medicine for him because it is far beyond what i can do. It makes me feel better to know but at the same time it makes me feel worse that i didnt think about it.

Shooting An Elephant Summary

Emily Burleson          

English 101-132

Mr. Neuberger

11 September 2012

Summary

“Shooting an Elephant”

            George Orwell was a sub-divisional police officer in the town of Moulmein, in Lower Burma. He himself was an Englishmen. This put him as a much hated man to the natives. He was constantly ridiculed and bulled by the people while he was off duty and sometimes on duty depending on the circumstances.  While on duty one day, he received a call about a wild animal on the loose causing mayhem amongst the people. An elephant was on the loose; not a wild elephant; but a tame one that had went “must” with the only person who could calm the beast, its mahout, being twelve hours away due to a wrong turn. Orwell grabbed a gun, just a small one, not big enough to do much of anything and took off to find the animal. The closer he had gotten to the location of the elephant the more the native’s stories became unjust. It wasn’t long before he realized he was on the right track. Women came stumbling out of their bamboo shacks screaming at naked children to scurry away. He would soon find a man stomped into the soft muddy ground. After this sight he sent for an elephant riffle and bullets. He marched to find the creature with people following him. The natives gave him information to the ware a bouts of the animal and Orwell set his sights toward a field a couple hundred yards away. Upon reaching his destination he watched the elephant grazing, being “no more dangerous than a cow”. As he watched the animal graze in the field he became in deep thought to himself, teetering on the notion to shoot the beast. There were many factors that had to come into play when it came to the decision to shoot such as the owner, the wellbeing of the animal and most of all how he felt about shooting the elephant. In his mind it didn’t seem just to shoot. After all, the animal was now not hurting anyone and was peaceful. To Orwell looked at the now thousands of “yellow faces” that gathered to watch the killing of the beast. Not for what it had done to their homes, not for the killing of a man but for the pure enjoyment of seeing a show. Orwell thought to himself to test the stability of the elephant. To walk about twenty five feet from him and see what he did. That could be more dangerous than the alternative. In the end the eyes of the people that had despised him won his decision over. He got down on the road to have a better aim and shot the gun. He stuck the beast through the ear and it looked as if it just stunned it. He took another shot and even that didn’t seem to get to the elephant. Orwell eventually used all five bullets he had for the elephant gun. The animal had finally fallen. He approached the beast to find the animal was alive with a steady breath. Orwell sent for his gun. Filled with guilt from what he had just done, all he wanted to do was put the beast out of its misery to save it from the agony. The repeatedly shot the elephant in where he imagined the heart would be. When that didn’t work he gave up and left. It was too much to bear to watch what he had done. Later he learned upon his leave it had taken an hour and a half for the helpless creature to fully pass and by the afternoon the people of Moulmein to strip it to practically bone. After the fact Orwell justified himself and what he had done because the creature had taken the life of a man. Legally he was in the right and that is all he had to cling too. Not everyone had felt that way but in the end Orwell could live with the decision that he made on that day and to him that is all that mattered. He shot an animal to avoid looking like a fool in the eyes of people that never respected him in the first place.

The Lesson Summary

Emily Burleson

Mr. Neuberger

Eng. 101-109

04 September 2012

Summary
“The Lesson”

Nine children; Sylvia, Sugar, Junior, Fly Boy, Fat Butt (Ronald), Mercedes, Rosie Giraffe, Q.T, and June bug all met at the mailbox to go with Miss Moore to “travel”. The narrator of the story Sylvia does not like Miss Moore at all and the reader sees this through the whole short story. Sylvia is upset with her because she thinks she is a know it all and took her away from the nice summer day that she could be swimming. Even so before they go Miss Moore asks the children about money. Of course Sylvia thinks it is a stupid question because she thinks she knows. The children go on a cab ride with Miss Moore up town. Miss Moore asks Sylvia to count change to give to the cab driver and gives her 5 dollars for the trip. The trip didn’t cost that much so Sylvia kept the rest of the money. Upon arrival the children find they are going to a toy store. The children line the windows of the store to see what it has in it. As they go in and look at all the toys and Sylvia sees a clown that does summersaults and chin ups that cost 35 dollars. After seeing the clown she starts to think of what 35 dollars can buy for her family and thinks it’s silly to spend that much money on toys. As they walk through the toy store the children see a boat that costs over a thousand dollars. Sugar, getting the point of the trip, says that it’s silly that people can spend that much money on a toy boat when that much money would feed a family of 6 or 7 for a year. Sylvia gets upset with Sugar for voicing her opinion to Miss Moore and for not listening to Sylvia when she tried to step on her foot to get her to be quiet. When the children get back from their trip with Miss Moore, Sylvia decides she is going to skip out on eating with Sugar and took off by herself in a different direction to think about the day.

Descriptive Essay

Emily Burleson

Mr. Neuberger

English 101-132

25 September, 2012

Descriptive Essay

“That Night”

The speckled grey and dark blue seats and black tinted windows seemed transparent compared to the bright starry night and moonlight dancing a crossed his face. The leaves fell all around the quiet abandoned farm and the shadows silently shivered with every short burst of wind that swooped through the holler. Right in front of that big barn beneath the trees that almost bury the circle drive sat that gold single cab short bed Chevy like a duck in a pond on a calm sunny day. With my short legs across the speckled grey and dark blue seat starring in his eyes, back to the steering wheel, I ran my hand through his lusciously thick dark brown hair to the back of his head and around down his cheek. The stubble on his face felt course against my soft long fingers as I stare in his seemingly dark eyes and he starring back in mine.  It was a night that seemed endless in our young lives, for it was that cool November night, staring in each other’s night - lighten eyes with the soft caress of his palm against my cheek that we fell in love for the first time.

I met him months before this when the weather was warm and the worries were little. In the few short sentences he spoke to me I knew he had to be mine. In those months that felt as if they were years, here is where the journey led me. I couldn’t believe I was sitting there so close to him.  This was the man I so badly wanted with every fiber of my being and now I had him within my grasp. The only man that has ever made the slightest impression on me, the only man that I can ever truly say I was determine to pursue but never in my wildest dreams did I think I could get, and here he was under the cover of darkness with me. For the first time in most of my small insignificant life I was unconditionally happy for the man I had only found in my dreams was in front of my eyes in the flesh.

He was wearing a black shirt with grey colored designs on the front, light blue jeans with holes in the knees, dark brown boots; a brown, black and grey coat and a dark blue Budlight hat. His glasses slightly reflected the moonlight on his face. His smile shined almost as bright as his seemingly dark eyes and I was mesmerized by the sight. I was wearing dark blue jeans, black high heeled boots, a green tank top under a white shirt and a dark blue Aeropostal jacket. KTTS played softly in the background as we talked about any and everything pausing in between conversations just to stare at each other.  In the rearview mirror the passing cars dim headlights seem as distant as airplanes in the night sky. The only thing that mattered to us was right in front of both our faces, each other.  

The half crescent moon high in the sky proved the night was carrying on like a feather in the wind. The dew settled on the truck and fogged the glass. The crisp cold air filled the cab through the crack of the black tinted window. We spoke of what we wanted in life, every goal and every dream. The conversation came to a sudden close when out of nowhere he kissed me for the very first time. I thought I was falling for him before but that kiss was the icing on the cake. The fireworks exploded in my head as if it were the Fourth of July and I was addicted to the drug he just released upon me; his kiss.

As the night got carried away by time as did we. That night was a mile stone in my life in many ways. It was the night I saw the beauty in another as well as in myself. I never in my life had felt like I did that late night, my heart felt as if I just ran a million mile marathon. It was that night that I found I was capable of so much more than really I ever thought possible. For it was that late night in front of that big barn in the circle drive of an abandoned family farm under the starry night in November in that gold single cab short bed Chevy truck where I fell unconditionally in love with the man of my dreams. The only man I have ever truly loved I gave my whole heart to that night and quite honestly I will never get it back. It was that starry night in the moonlight he changed me forever just by looking in his seemingly deep dark eyes.

Narrative Essay

Emily Burleson

Mr. Neuberger

English 101-132

06 September, 2012   

Narrative Essay
“The Beginning of Baby Gunner”

Isn’t it funny how life doesn’t turn out the way you want it to. It’s almost as if we have our plans and life has its own. Some would consider it luck, others destiny or some could even think of it as fate. Whatever it is, it’s not what I had in mind. If you would have asked me four years ago how I pictured my life at the age of eighteen, it wouldn’t be where I’m at now. No, not me. In my mind it was much different. Everything I have ever done lead to where I am today. Every good, bad, stupid and smart decision I have made lead me to a part of my life I never thought I would experience, at least not now. I wasn’t expecting to be a mommy of a precious baby boy or a soon to be wife. But, this is where fate or destiny or whatever you want to call it led me. It led me to the most amazing thing I have ever seen, the start of my beautiful family.

            Senior year started much like any other only I was legitimately excited to go back to school because I knew it was the last year I had before college. I seemed to have my life figured out. I started a job at McDonalds, my boyfriend and I just had our Two year anniversary together, everything was going great and we couldn’t wait to live life. Unfortunately, that feeling and mind set didn’t last too long. Two months after I started my senior year we found out I was pregnant. That’s when everything got really complicated.

            It seemed the farther along I got in the pregnancy the worse things got. At around six weeks I started bleeding. I was rushed to the hospital and the doctors weren’t sure if I was going to continue on. From there, they referred me to a high risk specialist. I saw him and he suggested for me to take it easy, so I did. Things got better for a few weeks until I was thirteen weeks along. I started having tremendous amount of pain in my stomach, so again, I was rushed to the hospital. The doctors announced the baby's heart rate was extremely low and called in the specialist. From there I found that the placenta was tearing away from my wall. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

            A week after suffering a placenta prevail (placenta tearing from the wall), and my mom kicked me out. The following day I was diagnosed with preeclampsia at a routine doctor’s appointment and put on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. Everything just seemed to be happening so fast. It felt like all of a sudden nothing was right anymore.  The last month was more hell than all of it put together. He stopped growing, stopped moving, his heart rate dropped way down with every slight contraction and movement. I begged the doctor for weeks to make sure he was okay because I never felt him move. They didn’t believe me and kept throwing kick count sheets at me as if I wasn’t already doing them myself. I knew something was horribly wrong and if they wouldn’t listen then what would I do? If I couldn’t help my baby then what good was I? Better yet, if the doctors wouldn’t listen then what good were they? I had so many questions going out but, no answers coming in.

            Luckily my doctor went on vacation on my 38th week, and I was having ultra sounds done. I had had those two weeks prior to that and the ultrasound technician agreed that something wasn’t right too; he hadn’t gained anything in three weeks. (Although honestly if you ask me if she did her job like she was supposed to then she would have seen something was wrong the first week). Anyways, she sent me to another doctor that was on call for my doctor. He looked at everything for two days, the fluids, the placenta, the umbilical cord. I mean he looked at everything more than once. The second day he told me he would have to induce me or my son would die. We decided to have him that day. I had a 2 hour notice before I went in to be induced. The only thing I kept thinking of was my son’s life. I just kept praying to god to let my son be ok. I went home and gathered mine and his bags and went to the hospital.

            I arrived at the room and got in the gown and went to the bed. They put the IV in my arm and thirty minutes later started the oxytocin. I could hardly take my eyes off of the monitor. With every contraction his heart rate just went lower and lower. It was the worst thing in the world to see. The doctor came in and broke my water to try to get him to move along. I was in labor for twelve long hours before I got to meet my baby boy. His daddy cut the cord, and my baby boy came out just fine. Once the placenta was delivered it was 95 percent dead. The doctor said if I would have waited any longer my son would have been dead too. Gunner Lea Terrill arrived at 1:35am on June 23, 2012. He was 5.8 pounds and 19.5 inches long. He was bald headed and had the most amazing cry I have ever heard.             

            I thank God every day I look in that little boys eyes that he came out ok. I might not have been ready to be a mommy just yet but that little boy is my world. He is everything to both me and his daddy and has brought so many people so much closer than they were. So no, this isn’t where I pictured myself at four years ago. I might not have always made a wise decision or been the smartest person in the world. Call it what you may, luck, fate, destiny, whatever it is this is where life has chosen to take me. I am the proud mommy of a beautiful baby boy and the soon to be wife to the love of my life. This is where I’m supposed to be and this is what I want to be the rest of my life.