Twice late, Or Once loved

Hello Dear Readers,
I know its been Almost a month since I last posted anything, and I am very sorry about this Egregious lapse on my part. It will probable happen again because, and I am going to share a secret with you... I ran out of things to write about on this blog around the time I was thinking of starting it. So I have been trying to think of "new" topics to write about, unfortunately not that meany things are happening this term, I get up go to class, go to lab in the afternoon, and I study some, get grocery, pay rent, sleep some, hang out with friends and friend people. Its all very non write-able well I suppose that I just wrote about it but you see how dull that was.
Now if you will indulge me once more I will let you know that I currently plan to keep this blog going, however I am not sure when the next post will be, I know that I have some tentative vet stuff plans this summer that I will probable write about and up load during the summer.
On to the real blog post
 When I started this blog the idea was to show someone who was thinking about going to vet school in the Caribbean what it was like, Basically I was being ever so bold as to think that I could though inexcusably bad grammar help someone out, In all honesty I never figured that anyone would read it. but then all of you showed up ever week to read what turned into the depressed mumbling's of a failing Vet student, which is when a crazy thing happened my blog actually helped a vet student, it helped me, I commented to writing whatever I felt. Be that joy, fear, or sadness I write only what I feel, which made it a little awkward when you dear reader broke through the shield of words and supported me in person, even if by just checking on how I was doing in passing, it meant and means so much to me that you have all helped me get away with vet school and I know that I still have 2 years of school 1 more in Grenada, but I don't feel like I am drowning anymore I feel like I can see the distant shore and I might be moving slowly but I AM MOVING, which Is thanks to you Dear Readers,
I hope that my struggles have been able to help you in some small way. TTFN

Lossing Hope

Today Dear Readers,
             my 15 year old faithful Friend, Protector, and the smartest dog I've ever know, Hope, will die. In 2004 I was going to my first day of volunteer work at the Lincoln county humane society shelter, I was 11 and my mother and I had shown up on the wrong day and it turned out the shelter was closed it was one of the coldest Decembers in southern Tennessee with lows in teens, it was not ideal weather to be a puppy on the side of the road. So when a man pulled into the parking lot with a small brown-black puppy I knew it couldn't stay in the drop off pen over night so we called one of the humane society bored members who gave us the okay to foster her for a while, and as I tucked her into my jacket I decided that her name would be Hope, and when on the drive home she threw up a mix of cat food and bacon grease I knew that she was feeling a little better. when we got home we spent about an hour setting up a pen in the barn with a heat lamp and blankets food and water it was a great spot, but after the third time that she beat us back to the house we decided to let her stay in the house for a bit to tire her out but then this weeks old puppy ran to the door and started whining and when we opened the door she ran out and did her business before returning to the door to be let back in.
Fast foreword several months and Hope and I started obedience school and after graduating that we did a bit of agility, (which did not last long because she was to smart and would refuse to do parts of it). Hope went to one 4-H dog show and even went to a school with me once for one of my meany educational talks, she did not really enjoy the travel so she got set up as the first and only house dog of my family. She lived out the rest of her life as the family protector and no deliver driver would leave there car if she where outside, she would greet me at the door every time I came home from collage, and more recently vet school.
Recently she has been slowing down and over the last break I built her a ramp since she was having trouble using the stares to go out side, a few days ago she suffered a stroke, which she looked like she might pull though but unfortunately she just does not have the strength to keep going. Hope has had a powerful and lasting effect on my life and I can honestly say that without Hope I would not be where I am today, I would not be the same person as I am today.
"Hope I will miss you but gods going to need you back now, Go to him with no pain"
I love you Hope.   

Term 4 Or, The Ocean is like a Big River

Hello, Dear Readers
another term started last week for me, and the craziest thing is that I am not super stressed Yet. I am sure that before long I will be back to normal (read extremely high) levels of stress will be back, but for now things are going smooth. I have settled in to my new apartment, I am still getting back into the swing of early morning classes/writing, so this will be a short post.
Now as I sit in my hammock looking out at a inlet of a bay, it reminds me of the porch I would sit on in undergrad only then it was the Cumberland river and barges, now its the Caribbean Sea and sailboats/ships. Its amazing that my mind made a 2,324.62 mi connection (I looked it up) but I am sure that if I asked around almost everyone would have something that reminded them of a simpler time in there life. but then again I might just be a bit odd, but I can't be the only person who sits on their porch and listens to sad bluegrass and folk music but maybe that's just the Tennessee in me...
TTFN
P.S. for all the people who read this in the states it's 80 degrees F as I write this.