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I feel the need to write this. I guess I haven't really had the courage or strength to really talk about losing Scooter but I can only hope this will make me feel a little bit better. I know nothing can ever replace Scooter, but I can sure honor him. Scooter Lee Warren was beloved first & only dog who lived, what I'd like to call, a very good life. He was born on March 27, 1998 from a litter of about seven puppies. These puppies, along with the mother, were found beneath a tree at Bear Chase Golf Course [or whatever it was called back then] by the animal shelter. About four weeks later, my parents decided I [a 5 year old] was ready to adopt a dog. My mom and I set out for the animal shelter to see what was available. Upon arriving, I climbed out of the car and dashed for the cages to meet eyes with a darling beagle, puppy mix. From there on out, my familiy & I knew he was the dog for us. That Saturday, my father & I went to pick up the puppy & bring him to his new home. It was an adventure to get that puppy to sit still on the way home because he was eager to get out and play and explore. When we arrived home, he sat in our kitchen staring blankly at us, cocking his head from side to side. "So, what should we name him?" my mom asked us. There was silence. "Scooter!" I exclaimed. My mom and dad exchanged puzzled looks. "Really, sweetie?" my dad looked at me. "Yeah!" I was determined this puppy's name was going to be Scooter, and by golly, it was. Scooter was very unique considering he was diagnosed with diabetes around age seven. My father administered shots to him each day with a certain amount of insulin. During the weekend of July 18, 2009, Scooter's condition greatly deteriorated. I had the thought pop into my mind that the end was near, but I rejected it and pushed the thought away. It was the roughest weekend of my life for multiple reason. The hardest thing to do is to watch someone you love suffer in pain and agony. On the early morning of July 20, 2009, Scooter Lee Warren was put to rest. It was a very rough day, but we continued on with the thought in our mind of knowing he was at peace now. My family & I miss Scooter day in & day out, but the days can only get easier. We know he's watching over us.
Today is July 18. School resumes on August 12. Today I realized I am screwed.
I have been assigned to read six books for AP Literature & Composition along with completing two essays. Besides that class, I also have three pages of problems to complete for AP Chemistry and memorize a whole bunch of chemistry related items. All of this stuff must be learned and completed by August 12.
My current standings don't look too hot. I've read the book I needed to read for the essays along with have the essays written. I also read two other books, allowing me to say I've completed reading three of the six books. Currently, I am in the very beginning of The Grapes of Wrath, which is about a 460 page read. The summer is over half way complete and I am just now passing the halfway mark for my English assignment, not even to mention chemistry.
My chemistry homework is, well, a work in progress. I've opened the packet up to look through it, but then I just sat it down for another day's project. I would really rather finish all my reading and then focus my time on chemistry, but that might not work out. As I said yesterday, marching band camp begins Monday [July 20] and that pretty much knocks out an entire week of working on summer homework.
I hope I can prove myself wrong and be able to say I got it all done, but at this point, it seems like a hopeless case.
I really can't believe marching band has come around the corner. I mean, I was really looking forward to it, but I never thought it would catch up with me! This coming week, camp starts from 8:00 AM-9:00 PM Monday through Friday. I'm pretty sure it's going to be awesome, because each year band camp gets better for me.
Monday night will be awesome, considering we have our annual pool party. We leave for our normal dinner time and have hamburgers and hot dogs at the pool and then we get to swim the evening away. It's like you get a preview of marching band camp, and then you get to chill for the evening. But, you better get serious for the rest of the week.
On Thursday night, we have our squad competitions which means that each instrument section/groups perform a skit against each other to see who wins. The winner gets to perform their skit at the marching band concert at the end of the year. Quite frankly, nobody wants to win because nobody wants to perform their skit again. To be straight forward, you want your skit to be good, but not too good.
Friday is the last day of band camp, but it ends at about 5:30 PM. It's always a happy, yet sad day. I'm happy for time off to rest and relax, but sad because I won't be with my friends along with the thought of -gasp- school coming right around the corner.
To sum it all up, I'm pumped and ready for an awesome band camp! :]
