On Thursday, February 18th Sabrina Roberts passed away due to complications with a blood clot in her lungs. Sabrina was a Junior at Tahoma Senior High School and will always be in our hearts and on our minds.
Sabrina was that wonderful girl that we all knew and loved. She was that girl who was never afraid to take a risk and who always strived for her goals in life. I didn’t talk to her very much in the past couple years, but when we were younger I remember being in Millennium Choir with Sabrina at Shadow Lake Elementary School. She was that girl who everyone wanted to sit by so that we could her that soft melody as is rushed through her lungs and lit up sparks across the room. Her voice is one of those things you just know that you won’t ever forget. Along with choir, Sabrina used to take dance lesions with me through Dance Expressions. Man, that girl knew how to stand out in a crowd!
Of course after quitting dance, she took on acting and modeling, which is what most students at Tahoma know her by. She was beautiful and talented; she always knew how to set herself apart from everyone else. Last year she was on MTV’s Made with one of her best friend’s Jenna. They got made into Ti Kwan Do masters (okay, maybe not masters, but you get my point). That’s when people really got to see her competitive side. And perhaps we all need her competitive spirit so that we too can achieve even our highest goals in life. She may not have a long life, but she did a lot in the time that she had, and she definitely left her mark on the world. She will be forever missed and forever loved!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
My Hand
On Wednesday, February 3rd I was at youth group and we are currently doing an Olympic theme so we were playing a mix of hockey and ga-ga ball. I reached my left hand in to hit the ball and didn't see what happened because their were too many people in the way, but I felt a sudden shock of pain and was unable to move my fingers. That night I went to the ER.
When I walked through the hospital doors there was a lady sitting accross the room at a counter so I walked up to her. She asked what was wrong and then saw my hand(which was really badly swollen and was covered in black bruises, I thought my hand was going to explode from the swelling)and asked me, "oh, do you have a boo boo". (What, does she think I'm 3yrs old or something?)Anyways, I played along and told her what happened. She took some information (name, address, phone number, ect.)and sent me into the back room.
In the back room, a nurse took my pulse and blood pressure, asked me how it happened, had me rate my pain on a scale of 1-10 (the first thing that came to my mind was Brian Regan, "say eight! say eight!", but it hurt so bad that I said nine)from their they sent me into my own hospital room.
In the hospital room multiple nurses came in asked me a buch of repeated questions and ran off. Finally the doctor came in asked the same questions, left the room, and brought me back an ice pack and some vicodin for the pain.
Awile later a man came in with a big machine and took a bunch of x-rays of my hand. Soon after the doctor came back telling me their's no broken bones, she said, "It's just extremely bad bruising and swelling" and gave me a perscription for Naproxen and Hydrocodone. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a pharmacy that's open at midnight??? We finally found a Walgreens that was open and that's when my dad looked at me and showed me the text my mom sent him it said, "she's such a drama queen".(typical, mom)
It had been awhile and my hand wasn't gettig any better so my mom took me into the doctor on Monday, February 8th. They took more x-rays and still couldn't find anything wrong with it, but they put my hand and arm in a brace and a sling as a procautionary thing (to lower the swelling, increase circultation, and prevent further injury)and told me to come back in on Friday.
Friday, February 12th came along and the doctor realized that my hand still wasn't getting better. So she refered me to go get a CT Scan. On Tuesday, February 16th I went into get my CT Scan (which went very well, I didn't even flinch). On Friday, February 26th I got a phone call saying that I broke my middle finger(and messd up the tendon that runs half-way up my arm, which is why I couldn't move my fingers), so I went back into the doctor. They took off the brace and sling and replaced it with a finger splint. Gee, at least the doctor doesn't think I'm crazy anymore.
When I walked through the hospital doors there was a lady sitting accross the room at a counter so I walked up to her. She asked what was wrong and then saw my hand(which was really badly swollen and was covered in black bruises, I thought my hand was going to explode from the swelling)and asked me, "oh, do you have a boo boo". (What, does she think I'm 3yrs old or something?)Anyways, I played along and told her what happened. She took some information (name, address, phone number, ect.)and sent me into the back room.
In the back room, a nurse took my pulse and blood pressure, asked me how it happened, had me rate my pain on a scale of 1-10 (the first thing that came to my mind was Brian Regan, "say eight! say eight!", but it hurt so bad that I said nine)from their they sent me into my own hospital room.
In the hospital room multiple nurses came in asked me a buch of repeated questions and ran off. Finally the doctor came in asked the same questions, left the room, and brought me back an ice pack and some vicodin for the pain.
Awile later a man came in with a big machine and took a bunch of x-rays of my hand. Soon after the doctor came back telling me their's no broken bones, she said, "It's just extremely bad bruising and swelling" and gave me a perscription for Naproxen and Hydrocodone. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a pharmacy that's open at midnight??? We finally found a Walgreens that was open and that's when my dad looked at me and showed me the text my mom sent him it said, "she's such a drama queen".(typical, mom)
It had been awhile and my hand wasn't gettig any better so my mom took me into the doctor on Monday, February 8th. They took more x-rays and still couldn't find anything wrong with it, but they put my hand and arm in a brace and a sling as a procautionary thing (to lower the swelling, increase circultation, and prevent further injury)and told me to come back in on Friday.
Friday, February 12th came along and the doctor realized that my hand still wasn't getting better. So she refered me to go get a CT Scan. On Tuesday, February 16th I went into get my CT Scan (which went very well, I didn't even flinch). On Friday, February 26th I got a phone call saying that I broke my middle finger(and messd up the tendon that runs half-way up my arm, which is why I couldn't move my fingers), so I went back into the doctor. They took off the brace and sling and replaced it with a finger splint. Gee, at least the doctor doesn't think I'm crazy anymore.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Dance-Team Sleepover
After our Kentridge competition, we went back to the high school to unload props and then a group of us headed over to Red Robin's for dinner(most people weren't feeling very good and went home). After dinner we went home to take showers and wash off all of our crazy make-up.
We meet back at the high school and spent the night in the school library. It was really late by the time we got their so we watched Step It Up 2 and The Sleepover, before crashing at about 2am. Then the warning bell woke us up at 8am and we were all out of their by 9:15am.
We meet back at the high school and spent the night in the school library. It was really late by the time we got their so we watched Step It Up 2 and The Sleepover, before crashing at about 2am. Then the warning bell woke us up at 8am and we were all out of their by 9:15am.
Kentridge Dance Competition
On Saturday, January 30th, we had our dance competition at Kentridge High School. We didn't place in any category, but we did win spirit award! Whooo hoo!
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