Today was picture day. I did not realize this till I left my house and was already walking to school. Luckily for me, I was already wearing a dress shirt so nor worries. I almost parted my hair down the middle with a bandanna tied around it. When I do, I look like a stereotypical Native American according to our local Native Shaman, Simon Diaz.
I had pictures right in the morning during first and we almost forgot about it till my comrade Seth reminded my teacher by asking him what people go take pictures. I took one picture, said thanks, then walked away.
Nothing in the rest of the day was particularly spectacular, except learning how to say prostitute in french, and learning about Gilligan's Island in Econ. Also having a wonderful rehearsal in Wind.
English though, now that's where it all gets interesting...
How far would you go to save your pet? How much would you pay to save it? Would you just put it down, or would you pay a lot of money to give it months to live a bit more? It depressed me to be in that class today because I could only think of the ultimate fate that will befall my dog someday. I don't want to think about it now, but I almost teared up thinking about it and all the stories that the other kids in my class shared of their own favorite pet's untimely fate. My teacher even shared us a story of his most recent pet that went off to a bush in his backyard to die. I'm going to stop now.
Here's a long Weekend.
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