Poka_Doodle's journal

[Poka_Doodle]

Okay, even with the show life I get some free time, just not a whole lot. Today I want through my computer pictures that were taken about a year ago and got so many memories. Although it may drive others crazy after this experaince I'm going to be that kind of person that takes a lot of pictures when I actually get a phone. I'm not sure if anyone else has realized it but all this from the pictures is bringing back a lot of my memory that had been forgotten. I also am able to realize what more has gone on over a year.

 

[Poka_Doodle]

We hear about school shootings on the news but never really think that it might happen to you or someone you know until it does. Until a gunman enters a school. That day will be remembered very well, even the details before it happened.

It was Friday December 13, 2013. There is the movie about Friday the thirteenth being bad and this was no exception. I remember my math teacher saying jokingly have a great day. Around lunch as I would find out later that day, it became a day you only hear about on TV. The moment you really get scared for someone. I had been called in from recuse while while the school was put under secure perimeter. Rumor was flying around but no teacher would actually confirm. When I got home I found the truth, and not any school. Arapahoe High School, my cousin's school. That night a sorta packed but more watched the news. Sometime later it was told that my uncle had gotten my cousin and he was okay. That night when we got there he was playing hockey with his brother and friends. It was late so I went to bed, but it took me a bit to fall asleep. I only faked being asleep when they got back and being in a trundle bed it was in between his bed and another. When I knew he was near and actually safe I couldn't help but let a smile cross my face. He was okay.

That morning I used my trumpet as the alarm clock for everyone it meant so much to me to see him. Looking back at it he had commented on the countdown I had going and that is to show, despite what had happened the previous day he was still the same person inside. That morning during the car ride to ski he spoke about it and answered our questions. I've forgotten most of it now but wish I hadn't.

 

[BlessedWithGoats]

Wow, that must have been scary!

 

[Poka_Doodle]

Wow, that must have been scary!

Yeah, to put the scary feeling into words: first something has happened close to you but you're not sure what. Then a very close person was just in a school shooting and you aren't quite sure if they are okay.

 

[BlessedWithGoats]

Aww!

 

[Poka_Doodle]

The reason I've chosen to talk about it here is: it is silent in my family and I wasn't you guys to understand why I'm a bit motivated to ignore pain

 

[BlessedWithGoats]

Aww

 

[Poka_Doodle]

Aww [/QUOTE
Thanks, knowing everything he had gone through has made me feel like braces pain for example is nothing

 

[BlessedWithGoats]

You're welcome!

 

[LukeMeister]

We hear about school shootings on the news but never really think that it might happen to you or someone you know until it does. Until a gunman enters a school. That day will be remembered very well, even the details before it happened.

It was Friday December 13, 2013. There is the movie about Friday the thirteenth being bad and this was no exception. I remember my math teacher saying jokingly have a great day. Around lunch as I would find out later that day, it became a day you only hear about on TV. The moment you really get scared for someone. I had been called in from recuse while while the school was put under secure perimeter. Rumor was flying around but no teacher would actually confirm. When I got home I found the truth, and not any school. Arapahoe High School, my cousin's school. That night a sorta packed but more watched the news. Sometime later it was told that my uncle had gotten my cousin and he was okay. That night when we got there he was playing hockey with his brother and friends. It was late so I went to bed, but it took me a bit to fall asleep. I only faked being asleep when they got back and being in a trundle bed it was in between his bed and another. When I knew he was near and actually safe I couldn't help but let a smile cross my face. He was okay.

That morning I used my trumpet as the alarm clock for everyone it meant so much to me to see him. Looking back at it he had commented on the countdown I had going and that is to show, despite what had happened the previous day he was still the same person inside. That morning during the car ride to ski he spoke about it and answered our questions. I've forgotten most of it now but wish I hadn't.

Wow, I'm glad he was okay. I can't imagine anything like that happening to someone I knew.