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12-5-2005

Well, its official...Penn State will play Florida State in the Fed Ex Orange Bowl. Today in the Colligian it said that Penn State's record in Orange Bowls are (3-1). I also think we will beat FSU because we have a better recorded and our a tough football team. I like tough football much more than finess football. I have an aunt who lives in Tampa and she has already offered me a place to stay if I want to go down and even just tailgate for the game. I am really excited whether I am watching the game from PA or Flordia, LETS GO STATE!

12-4-2005

Yeah it finally snowed last night! I was getting so tired of walking through this freezing weather without any pretty snow on the ground. I awoke this morning to absolutely beautiful snow. I also went with Megan to look at the fraternity houses decorated for the holiday season. I think that SAE definately should have won over Sigma Pi. They had the cutest wreaths in the windows and a lighted walk-way. I also really liked the house with red candy-cane strips over their white columns!

12-1-2005

Well, as I do at the beginning of every month, I made JessicaNovemberBlogs and am going to write a blog reflecting November. November was an awkward month for me. It left me very torn between home and school, wanting to be at both of them very much. Thanksgiving was such a wonderful and necessary break. I am looking forward to struggling through the next two weeks (EXACTLY!) in order to spend three weeks at home full of presents, food, and love.

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A remix of CaitSkyNarrative

A New Perspective on Life

It was February 23, 2002, an average cold morning, but there was no snow on the ground. The temperature outside had to have been 40 degrees. I was sleeping beside my friend Casey on my couch when my home phone rang at 7 A.M. It was for Casey and I wondered, “Who could possibly be calling now?” I could tell something was wrong, but I was unsure of what it was. She laid there crying and I could feel something awful had happened. From the year Slippery Rock High School was having, I knew it was another death. It was just the question of how close to home. I had been naïve before the first accident. After the second (which killed four at once), I was still hopeful that nothing else bad would happen. But after losing an innocent girl who had caught meningitis, I knew invincibility was an old dream. My friends and I were just freshman, not ready to deal with the cards life held for us.

Casey told me her mom needed to speak with mine. When I searched the house, my mom was no where to be found. An hour later, my mother came downstairs followed by my father and sister. She let me know that two of the most popular, cutest, and greatest guys of my school were killed in a car accident the night before. I rolled over and sobbed. I do not know how much time went past, it could’ve been forever. I just never wanted to live another moment again. Both boys were people everyone admired, and every girl (including me) saw themselves marrying. I immediately began questioning why; how many more had to die. When it actually hit me that her words were indeed true, I was silenced, thinking only on the families of the boys; families that I was very close to, and I already held close to my heart. As much as I wanted to, I could not change anything; I was helpless.

I did the only thing I could do. I picked up the phone and called my childhood best friend, Liz, sister of the new bereaved, Ben. While I was waiting for my friend Liz to pick up, I thought over and over again about what to say to her. All that came out was I am really sorry about Ben, before I bawled so much I just hung up. My mom and I sat in our kitchen and cried, for days. I think she might have loved both of them an ounce more than I did. She always, knew the details of both boys’ lives. Later that day, we dragged ourselves over to Liz and Ben’s house. When my mom hit the eyes of Ben’s mother, the two of them sob and hugged for a period of time that seemed like hours.

The next day in school, everyone was distraught. We had already done this so many times in those four months. But each set of deaths, just got harder. Teachers that had taught them, people that had known them, we were all in tears. As the day went on, we all were remembering them, telling stories of them, and trying to comfort each other. That particular death made a world of difference in my struggling relationship with my best friend, Liz. We had begun to grow apart, but when she lost Ben, we realized how important to each other we really were. She and I to this day end every conversation with “I love you”.

Losing eight kids in four months, in a school of just seven hundred changed my life forever. A second blow was given when one of dearest friends was killed in November of my junior year. I had such a fear that the cycle was just beginning all over