Monsters, Or MIDTERMS, or monsters

Hello Dear Readers midterms start on Friday,  so I will not have a post next week, and this weeks post will probable be a bit odd, and a bit harsh. First this weeks post is a day late and interestingly enough it is not because I forgot, or because something came up, it is because I had to change what I was writing about. I felt that I should not write angry, so I gave myself a night to cool down and think about this post.

I have always liked the Crypto's like Bigfoot, Loch ness, and Mothman. I have always enjoyed the ability for everyone to be right when it comes to potentially fake or real creatures since there are no wrong answers, unfortunately not all monsters are so easy to come up with answers for. I have struggled for years with a monster, a monster that I have never talk about, or wanted to talk about, or even wanted to acknowledge. Since I started school (1st Grade) I have struggled with spelling, grammar, and hand writing, when I was younger I learned to read by memorizing the shape of words, words! Now I did eventually learn to read properly, but my spelling was still a non-existent and my hand writing was extremely shaky. High school rolled around and by then I had figured out that I could write legible, however it took time and even though though the years I have gotten faster, it's still not a normal writing speed, I can write at a normal speed but it is not very pretty with a mix of cursive and print. Even today I still just struggle with spelling , yes I am far far better then I once was, it is still a struggle especially when I get stressed. The worst part is how hard I try, I try so very hard to write clearly and spell correctly, and most people are nice enough with me but I still see people judging me, I know that people think I am just being lazy, or that I am stupid, and it's just so much easier to let people think whatever they want to about me. Because those people don't understand how terrible it feels when you are writing something and  you are just stopped dead by having the word you are just about to write disappear from your mind, or worse you write it and realize that you misspelled it but can't figure out how to spell it correctly and your forced to change your wording. I like writing but I have avoided any type of writing in front of people for basically my whole life, I get extremely self conscious about it which only makes my writing and spelling worse. So I just want everyone to know that I am not stupid, and I am not that lazy, I just wanted people to know something about me and to get this off my chest. Also Bigfoot is a giant ground sloth, I will talk to you all again in two weeks. TTFN

 

Grenada Fun Facts, Or The Art of Saying Nothing

Well hello dear readers, I had planed on writing about the natural Grenada, but it's been a very wet dry session, so my plans fell though so enjoy some fun facts instead.

Grenada is an island country consisting of the island of Grenada and six smaller islands at the southern end of the Grenadines in the southeastern Caribbean Sea.

As of 1 January 2016, the population of Grenada was estimated to be 107,021 people.

Grenada has a total area of 344 square kilometers (133 square miles). The main island is approximately 34 kilometers (21 miles) long by 19 kilometers (12 miles) wide.

Mount Saint Catherine (840 m) is the highest point in Grenada.

There is a lake in Grenada, Grand Etang, which is said to be a bottomless lake because nobody has been able to find its bottom with SONAR. Actually, the lake was formed over a dormant volcano, and it has become a popular tourist attraction.

Grenada is a leading producer of several different spices. Cinnamon, cloves, ginger, mace, allspice, orange/citrus peels, wild coffee used by the locals, and especially nutmeg, providing 20% of the world supply, are all important exports.

On the west coast of Grenada, a short drive north of St. George’s at Moliniere Bay, the Underwater Sculpture Park is a unique submerged gallery that also serves as an artificial reef in a Marine Protected Area. Created by artist Jason de Caires Taylor, the sculptures range from Amerindian petroglyphs to life size figures cast from local children. Divers, snorkelers, and glass bottom boat passengers can admire this underwater exhibition, although the best views are face to face with these sculptures below sea level.

The Grenada dove, which is a critically endangered species, is the national bird of Grenada.

There is a “Jumpers Hill” in Grenada. The hill got its name when the Caribs (earliest inhabitants of Grenada) were chased by the French, who were trying to take control of the island. The Caribs reached the top of the hill and had no way to escape. Ultimately, they jumped off the hill and perished. 

That is probable good for today I will try to actually write something next week. TTFN

http://thefactfile.org/grenada-facts/
http://factsking.com/countries/grenada/

WellnessWeek, Or Quiz quiz go away, Or Smoke roll on by

Hello, dear readers last week was a bit dark so this week i figured I would talk about some good good stuff.
Starting with wellness week a week full of events put on by SAVMA (Student AVMA) which is pretty cool there are loads of different things to do, like free massages, bob rose panting nights, a wellness lunch lecture everyday, I am sure I am missing some events and other wellness stuffs. But the most important one of the events was a collaboration with the Improv Comedy Club, the show we put on was sort of the big week ending event, and as a bones the show went real real well.
In other news I finished up my first round of quiz's which has had it's ups and downs, but at lest I get a bit of a mental stress break for a little bit. Well this was a short one, but before I go I have some interesting news a building in the True Blue industrial park caught fire today as far as I know no one was hurt, but it is wired coincidence considering that a building in my home county's town square just burned down, so just watch out dear readers and remember that fire is great till it's not. TTFN

Life, Death, and Everything Inbetween Or. Priority's

Hello Dear Readers,
lately there has been a lot of talk of priority's in vet school, which I have come to realize effects us more then those attending school closer to home, also I realize that not everyone shares my views on these matters so please understand that I am not calling anyone out, (please don't take offense as non is intended) so if you think that this post might  hit to close to home Please stop reading now, YOU have been warned (even though I believe that I will only be covering topics superficially as always).
When you decide to leave the country you call home to attend vet school, you leave a lot of things you care about behind with no promise that things will be the same when you get back, we all hope and pray that our family's, animals, friends, and homes will be okay during our time on island. Sadly life is never that easy and loses do happen, and then there is a choice that has to be made what is more important to me, that which I am losing or that which I am learning. Unfortunately there is not a clear universal answer, with the most solid answer being that it Depends. There are exceptions as for any rule, and mine is for my family I would find a way home if the worst where to happen.
(Maybe I should explain the two big issues with going home for us on Island Money and Time, Money is the easiest to think of off hand as we all owe a lot of it to the government, but money is also the easiest to dismiss and spend on a flight since we owe a lot of it to the government. Now time is something that is not considered at all till you realize that you have missed a week of classes, labs, and studding for them, it is possible to keep up with some of that work but it would be extremely hard to do.)
So let us ignore the exceptions and focus in on the one most common scenario the inevitable, impending, death of a pet which while sad and some times heart breaking at the thought that your best friend that you raised, cared for, played with, and cried with. could just be gone when you return months later after finals, to realize that while everyone else has already stopped accidentally calling their name you still do multiple times a day, and you still look for there food dish, or to walk with them. For the most part we know when we leave which animals are at a higher risk and when that call or text about that animal comes in we are more ready for it, however if something unforeseen happens you get blind sided by grief.
So now that everything has been laid out I can finely talk about priority's... unfortunately they tend to change, would I fly home to see Hope (my first foster dog turned best friend) one last time before she died? Honestly no, I have said goodbye to every animal on my family's farm every time I have left for school, does this mean that I wouldn't be sad? No, I would be incredibly sad, and I know people who would absolutely spend the time and money to get home just to hold their animal friend once more and that's fine there hearts our bight, but in our field of work that can be deadly.
So to rap up let me explain somethings to the People that find my dealings with death a bit odd, when I was a kid growing up my family would take a once yearly visit to St. Jude's children's hospital for my older brothers check up, inevitable he would be back somewhere being tested and I would play with the other kids, most of which had cancer and would not live to be an adult. Now I did not understand this at the time, it was meany years later after I had been volunteering for my local animal shelter for several years, and been raising rabbits, chickens, etc.. I had fostered over a hundred animals, and I had seen death I had seen plenty of it before I was 13 or so and all that death before hurt it hurt for weeks I have a very big heart. But the thing that really changed my how I deal with death was a adult sheltie mix named Hank, I spent weeks training Hank so that he would be more adoptable and it worked he was adopted, but weeks later when I came in to do my vol hours at the shelter Hank was back and I ran out and we played for a couple minutes he still remembered his training, then he was put to sleep... you see the person who had adopted him was older and he had gotten out of hand for them, so he came back and unfortunately at kill shelters they can't afford to keep dogs around for months on end waiting to find just the right home (and I will have to talk about how I support all humane shelters even if they have to put animals to sleep), it was this moment that I realized that you can not cry for every animal lost, as you would quickly run out of tears. But that you should be thankful you got the time to make memories of the good times and bad, since then they will never really die....... TTFN

Goodbye Maria you where an amazing first goat, and very good at escaping.