KayzCorner

I want to talk about something that is often perceived as a somewhat divisive and controversial topic. So, here we go, I want to talk about race. I don’t believe that race is a real thing. Okay, okay, just hear me out. Blood types are real, they are scientific tangible things. Climate change is real— I’m sorry to those who disagree, but it is a scientific fact—it is something that can be easily measured and is agreed upon across borders within the scientific community; race, however, is not real. How race is perceived in one country does not necessarily translate over to another, there are countries that include many race types and there are countries that have only a few and in some countries, groups that have historically been perceived to be of one race can change if it benefits the group in power. Race is not a biological reality, it is rather a culturally constructed form of categorization. Unfortunately, that is not where it ends, one would think that a made-up construct wouldn

I am of the opinion that dogs are a gift that humanity simply does not deserve. While there are some dog breeds I have mixed feelings about, I’ve come to accept that you can’t judge an entire breed based on one bad experience with a dog—Wow, kind of like people that way! Sorry, I just had to—Almost everyone gushes over puppies, but I want to give tribute to the seniors in our lives. I have two dogs, a Boxer and a Shih-Tzu, Leyna and Lilly—and no, I’m not sure what our obsession with names beginning in L is—. I’m not going to lie, they are really old; Leyna is the ripe old age of 11 ½ while Lilly is quickly approaching 17.  They have been a part of my life and my family for almost as long as I can remember. They don’t play much anymore and they don’t get around as well as they used to. They have the typical health problems that come with old age and then some. Almost two years ago Leyna, the Boxer, was diagnosed with cancer and we had to get her leg amputated to stop it from spread

I’ve always prided myself on being at least somewhat intelligent. I was the annoying kid in elementary and middle school who rarely ever studied and still walked away with nearly perfect grades in all subjects. Being homeschooled from Kindergarten to 7 th grade meant that I could learn at a variety of grade levels, being taught a grade above my age level in all subjects except math, which I was taught at grade level, and reading, which I was at an advanced level so my parents had me reading adult and teen level books and writing book reports by the age of 8. The only area I didn’t seem to excel was math and so I avoided it like the plague. While I did alright in school, I didn’t really begin to care about grades until around my senior year of high school, worried about getting into a college. I didn’t really have to worry, I was accepted into every school I applied to and I was offered some small scholarships to all of them. My plans changed drastically when my sister died and though