We got Blueberry late in July of 2013. He came in late at night in his travel cage. He was too big to go through the cage door, so we had to take apart the cage. When we opened the top, we finally got to see him in person. We had spent the last three months watching his growth online; he grew so much in such a little time. This blue and gold macaw was very scared at first, but in no time at all he became more social and loving towards us. When we first got him, he couldn’t eat solid foods yet. We had to feed him by a large eyedropper every three hours, for two weeks. My family would argue over who would have to get up at 3 am to feed him, it would almost always end up being me.
My English teacher assigned me to type about anything I want, so I have decided to type about growing up with divorced parents. I am fifth teen and I have lived in two separate households. The number one thing I have trouble with in my households is having both my parents know that I loved them equally. I can’t ask to spend more time with one without causing the other parent to think I'm favoring one over the other. But I do love them more then anything in the world though. Sometimes I wish my parents could see that but there often caught in their wrap of jealously. On rare nights in my bed I think of what would happen if they did stay together. A smile that is not because my life would be normal but that they wouldn't last ten seconds without ripping each other’s heads off.
Moving away to Sitka for my sophomore year has changed a lot of things. I’ve spent my whole life living in Juneau, growing up with the same kids, playing sports, and being social. I moved to Sitka, Alaska last year and experienced many new things. It’s a weird feeling of not belonging that made me uncomfortable at first but also gave me a sense of a new beginning. The kids at Sitka High School knew nothing about me, not my background, not my ethnicity, not even my name. Once I got settled in there I got to know everyone fairly quickly and gained many friendships and experiences. One of the downfalls of spending my sophomore year at Sitka High would be the constant wonder on how I would’ve been as a person if I stayed at JDHS, whether it would be good or bad-I’ll never know.
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DeleteWe got Blueberry late in July of 2013. He came in late at night in his travel cage. He was too big to go through the cage door, so we had to take apart the cage. When we opened the top, we finally got to see him in person. We had spent the last three months watching his growth online; he grew so much in such a little time. This blue and gold macaw was very scared at first, but in no time at all he became more social and loving towards us. When we first got him, he couldn’t eat solid foods yet. We had to feed him by a large eyedropper every three hours, for two weeks. My family would argue over who would have to get up at 3 am to feed him, it would almost always end up being me.
ReplyDelete3am feeding? That's impressive. Has his eating habits shifted yet?
DeleteMy English teacher assigned me to type about anything I want, so I have decided to type about growing up with divorced parents. I am fifth teen and I have lived in two separate households. The number one thing I have trouble with in my households is having both my parents know that I loved them equally. I can’t ask to spend more time with one without causing the other parent to think I'm favoring one over the other. But I do love them more then anything in the world though. Sometimes I wish my parents could see that but there often caught in their wrap of jealously. On rare nights in my bed I think of what would happen if they did stay together. A smile that is not because my life would be normal but that they wouldn't last ten seconds without ripping each other’s heads off.
ReplyDeleteMoving away to Sitka for my sophomore year has changed a lot of things. I’ve spent my whole life living in Juneau, growing up with the same kids, playing sports, and being social. I moved to Sitka, Alaska last year and experienced many new things. It’s a weird feeling of not belonging that made me uncomfortable at first but also gave me a sense of a new beginning. The kids at Sitka High School knew nothing about me, not my background, not my ethnicity, not even my name. Once I got settled in there I got to know everyone fairly quickly and gained many friendships and experiences. One of the downfalls of spending my sophomore year at Sitka High would be the constant wonder on how I would’ve been as a person if I stayed at JDHS, whether it would be good or bad-I’ll never know.
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