It's ok Aaron, I am ready to speak for myself.

For years and years I always thought that the only way I could ever get my points and beliefs accross was to speak through words on a page. Through blogs, journals, short stories, a book. However, it has been a month or so, and today I felt like Moses finally being able to speak for himself. I know that might be extreme, because I am no man compared to Moses, but I felt as if I finally used my voice to get my own point accross. I spoke out and took my opinions and beliefs and shared them, even debated them, with others in my class. I questioned not only the opinions of others, but my own aswell. Going into that debate I felt like if valid points and explanations were given to me, I would take them and mold a new point of view on them. This was however unnessisary.
This new way of going about things, has me very excited.

It reminded me a lot of the excitment I feel when I become addicted to a new music album. Like everytime I listen to it, I am going to take something new from it, and learn and grow with it in the moment.

Turning Point

When I was quite young. I was living with my mother and my sister Kelly. I wouldnt have been more than 12 years old, staying with them in a small community in Northern Ontario. My mother was your stereotypical hick. She had a long curley black mullet, a missing front tooth (which is a seperate story alltogether), and she wore plad all day every day. My mother was a hunter of all sorts of animals, from beaver and muskrat, all the way up to full grown moose. It was a day like no other for me, and I had no idea what effect it would have on me and my family from that day onward.
She decided she was going to take me out to hunt deer that day. It was springtime, and all the snow and ice was melting away, which was apparently a good time for her to haul out the 4 wheeler and park it a ways into the forrest. We came accross some tracks, and began to follow them on foot until we came accross a clearing. Low and behold there stood a deer, which was from what i remember quite small from other deers I had seen at that age. She aimed at it, and took the shot, and it ran off into the wood. We ran over to where it was, and there was blood in the snow. She had shot the deer in the neck, and it had ran into the forrest to get away from us. We followed the track because it was only a matter of time before it bled out. We followed it all the way to Larney Lake. This lake was not very large, and the ice was melting in such a way that it now only had ice in the middle of the lake, and water was exposed around the edges. The deer had crawled into the lake, and split up some of the ice, and drowned itself.
My mother took one sharp look at the scene, and ran away into the woods leaving me alone on the shore. She returned about 20 minutes later on the 4 wheeler, and immediatly jumped off and ran around to the back of it. She poped open a container she kept strapped, and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels wiskey. She screwed the top off it, and began to chug half the quart. At this point, I was unaware what was happening, and beginning to panic quite a bit. However what would happen next was when my life became unnessisarily real. My mother began to strip her clothes off, in the middle of the woods in the spring, and when she was naked, she ran into the lake and started to swim out to where the deer had drowned itself. I was concerned for her, and I can remember the scene quite vividly. She tried to drag the deer out of the lake as a whole, but it was much too heavy for her to do on her own. I imagine asking me to help was more than she was willing to ask for, and so she ran back to the 4 wheeler and grabbed the machete from its belt. She took a douzen swings at the middle of the deer, and when it was cut in half, and she had a considerable amount of blood on her shaking body, she hoisted the pieces onto the back of her 4 wheeler, put her clothes back on, sat me on the deer, and drove home.
She spent 3 weeks in the hospital, and I am sure she got her moneys worth from the deer itself. Her reasoning was that if she drank the wiskey it would keep her body warm long enough to extract the body from the lake. She was after all an expert swimmer in high school, so why not right? Needless to say our family was not the same, and I have quite a humorous look at the whole story. It was a turning point for me in a way that I had to experience something so extreme and real, but also because devorce, odd looks from relatives, and answering questions as a 12 year old, were large parts of my life that followed this one event on this one day.

I hope I didnt freak anyone out with the story.
Oh btw I dont have a partner for my journalism interview, so I am writing this here because I have to interview someone, but will not be interviewed myself.
So far anyways.

:D
Justin