The diagnosis

It was much like any other winter day. My sister and I were only thirteen years old at the time, and it was a school day. The temperature outside was below freezing, which made it extra hard to get moving that morning. Both Lindsey (my twin sister) and I were sluggish in the cold winter mornings, but lately I had been noticing she was more lazy than ever. Regardless, we got ready. Our morning routines consisted of showering, brushing our teeth, brushing our hair, and attempting to put on mascara. Make-up was a fairly new concept to us, but we loved experimenting with it. It was a tuesday, which meant Pizza was being served in the lunch line, and I had a math test. I really hated algebra. My sister was going to get checked out early that day because she had a doctors appointment. Lucky her. I barely ever got checked out early, and especially not as much as Lindsey did. At 11:30, Lindsey left our English class, to meet our mother and then go to the doctors. It was just a checkup so I basically forgot about it, especially as I filled my head with algebraic equations for the last fifteen minutes of study time I had. I had two more class periods, and the last class of the day was my math class. After the test, I packed up with belongings and waited for the dismissal bell. What felt like ten hours later, I exited the classroom, grabbed the books I needed from my locker and headed towards the parking lot where my mom and sister would be waiting for me. As I approached the parking lot, I couldnt spot my moms car. After a few minutes of intense searching, I stumbled upon my Fathers car. I got inside. My father never picks us up from school. This was odd.

"Where's Lindsey and why didnt mom pick us up?" I asked, as I turned my fathers's direction.

"Well Jamie.....The doctors are running some tests on her still." He replied, as he avoided my eye contact.

"I thought she was just going in for a check up. Is she sick? I said.

"They are trying there best to figure out what is going on. We are meeting your mother and sister at Bayside Hospital right now."

I knew. I knew right then and there that something was going horribly wrong.

Thanksgiving

I remember one particular Thanksgiving, shortly after my parents divorced. Switching back and forth every other weekend and every other holiday was still something was seemingly new to my twin sister and I. Although we lived with our mother, we still we're extremely close with our father and enjoyed going over there. Especially for holidays. That was, until, we arrived at his doorstep Thanksgiving morning in 2004. My mother had driven us the fifteen mile distance between our parents houses since it was my fathers year to have "us girls" for thanksgiving. As normal, my mother said her goodbyes, waited until we got to the door, and drove off. What had all of us confused though was the shiny red car in the drive way. Had daddy gotten a new car? I hadnt recalled that. My sister and I both walked slowly to the front door, pondering who's car that was! I went to turn the doorknob and the door was locked. We rang the doorbell and shortly after, a middle-aged blonde lady answered the door.

"Who are you?" My sister asked, immediately.

"I am Shelby. Your fathers...friend" The blonde lady replied. She had glanced around furtively for a moment while she tried to pick out the right word to describe their "friendship".

My sister and I said no more. The blonde lady, my sister and I all turned around and walked inside. My sister called for my dad. A few seconds later he came around the corner. He must have been able to tell we were confused, and frustrated that another lady was there. When my father has a women around, he tends to not pay as much attention to us girls. My sister and I ditched the awkwardness and went in the backyard to jump on the trampoline. We spent two hours outside, gossiping about Shelby. It was like an episode out of the parent trap while the twins are spent bashing 'Meredith' their dads evil new girlfriend. When the food was finally ready, our father called us inside to have us wash up.

We all assumed our positions at the dining room table. As our dad made all of our plates, we decided we should go around the table and say what we were thankful for. Shelby went first.

"I am thankful for the oppurtunity to meet you girls, and spend Thanksgiving with your dad and you girls." She said with a fake grin on her face.

My sister went next. "I am thankful that my sister and I are the only two girls in my dads life that will never go any where."

As my sister said this, Shelbys face dropped, along with my fathers fork. Apparently this was an inappropriate statement, but I think Shelby got the hint. We never had Shelby as a dinner guest again.

Last weekends Football game

Saturday of last weekend was on of course that was memorable. I was with a big group of my friends. I had my twin, and my bestfriend with me and a group of about 10 other friends. We were all decked out in our garnet and gold, tailgating all around the stadium. Gametime started at 3:30. Me and my sister made it all the way to half time without having to go to the bathroom. We told our group that we would be right back and then we made our way through the crowd to the bathrooms. My sister was in front of me as we were walking and out of no-where I witnessed a guy come from nowhere and push her. Obviously I ran up to them and asked what in the world was going on. This fellow seminole, about 28 years old then begins screaming and pointing his finger in my sisters face. He then screamed "Youre a fat ugly bitch". This was NOT OKAY by me!!!!! The guys girlfriend (im assuming) popped up from nowhere also and began to taunt the both of us. Me and my sister are both yelling, and thats when he pushed her again. I went to get the cop that was standing only a few hundred feet away and pulled him over. This behavior under NO CIRCUMSTANCE is okay by me. How pathethic is that grown man for randomly picking a fight with a young girl. And yet again, makes himself look even more like an asshole when he shoved my sister three different times. We had never even seen these guys in our life before, and now all the sudden this guy wants to fight her?! After getting the cops, and telling them what had happened, my sister and I just decided to leave it be and go back to our seats. People that ignorant and violent would not realize they were in the wrong if we tried to rationalize. People like that are the reason that Men get a bad rap. When we got back to our seats, and we told the group of people we were with what happened, they were just as appauled as we were.

Twilight

Although I am not an avid Twilight fan, meaning I have not read all of the books or have seen all the movies, it has become an increasingly popular movie and subject in the environment around me. Even if I personally never jumped on the twilight bandwagon, my friends most definitely did. They are obsessed with Edward Cullen, wanting to marry him, have named their animals after Bella, and completely conformed to the idea's of vampires. I personally see the movie with an immature plot. One that was directed for someone much younger than the group of people that the movie has targeted. I still choose to watch Twilight (and write about it for English class, if the circumstances permit) because even though I remain nuetral, I still have acquired the information about the movie, the background plot and what is going on. I can recite enough information to sound like I am just as obsessed as my friends are. Twilight is not an awful story plot- but it is one most definitely that we have seen a hundred times. A love story. Minus the wolverines, vampires and vampire fetus'. When you add those intricate details into the story, that is when it becomes something that no one saw coming. The love story is placed seemingly in comparison to the vampires placed in the movie. I dont quite understand how someone can become so obsesssed with the movie and the lifestyle of vampires, but it falls in the category of things I dont understand, with Justin Bieber.

Controversial Issues at hand

Unless your living under a rock, most humans understand the controversial issues that are brought forth in society. Just to name a few: abortion, gay marriage and the economic budget in America really hit home with the immensity they bring forth.
It seems to be that most states objectify with the right to marry a partner of the same sex. Why should same-sex marriage be allowed when it has been shunned since the beginning of time? There are even biblical references stating that it was intended for one single man and one single woman to get together and reproduce.