I’m Afraid

Life is scary. There are a lot of ways to get hurt and killed out there, and we are more aware of that these days than ever before due to how quickly information can spread. Every day I look at my Twitter feed and see numerous headlines such as “Texas water resort closed, tested for ‘brain-eating amoeba’ after man’s death“, “Facebook just had its worse hack ever — and it could get worse“, and “Seven parked cars set on fire in Redmond” and my brain instantly goes “well, what would we do if that happened?”. Well, I don’t know, but maybe I should know.

My day is filled with dangers. I could slip in fall in the shower or just be straight up murdered in my sleep. Every day I drive 45 minutes to and from work, either on the freeway or the nerve-wracking Chuckanut Drive. It’s a wonderfully beautiful area

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From the Oyster Bar on Chuckanut Drive

right edge of the Puget Sound and surrounded by forests, but the road has a lot of twists and turns. The lanes are very small and the road follows a steep cliff, which makes passing large trucks very scary.

The best part is that my car is one of the deadliest to drive¬†these days. To be fair, I’m looking to buy a new one soon but I really needed a new mattress. I know that doesn’t seem as important as a new car, but you should have slept on my old mattress.

Back to danger. So, I work at a school and that makes me nervous due to the school shootings that have occurred. I worry about keeping my students safe and what we would do if something were to happen. I have a plan, but I worry anyway.

If I go out, I could be drugged (that’s happened twice to me), I could get hit by a drunk driver, I could be raped or murdered for denying a man, or sold into the illegal sex trade.

When I’m in the theatre, I could fall from the ladder, lift, or catwalk, which range from 10 feet up to 60 feet up, depending on the location. I could start a fire and die

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From McIntyre Hall. This is one of the theatres I work in. See the catwalk above the house?

from that in various ways. I could be electrocuted. I could get hit by something coming in from the fly system. Also you can just be murdered anywhere, so just add that mentally from now on.

There are many, many diseases all over the world that could destroy my life and leave me in agony for my raining days. There are animals that can sting you, bite you, poison you, paralyze you, brutalize your body and/or murder you. I’m looking at you, Australia.

My greatest fear in the world is dying before my mother followed closely by getting in a violent car accident and burning alive. My phobias are spiders, bees, and clowns/mascots.

The thing is, I still drive to work every day to teach children. I still go 60 feet up onto the catwalk in the theatre and lean five feet out to gel a lamp. I still want to travel and eat new foods! There’s too much to do and see for me to say, but my bucket list is long. There’s a lot I’ve already done, too, like driving across country in 18-wheelers and performing in the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

I live my life aware of the possible hazards and I think about what I would do in situations, but I don’t live my life as if it will happen every time I step out of the house. That’s no way to enjoy what the universe has to offer.

Go for a drive down Chuckanut if you’re ever in Bellingham, but pay attention to the road and wear your seatbelt. Have a belt-cutter and a way to break your window in case you crash into the water. If you’re prepared, you’ll be okay.

Case in point: Last winter my boyfriend and I were driving home from a party in Seattle. It was really, really snowy and he’s driving slower, but we came to a big hill on I-5 (just past the Starboard road exit if you’re familiar) and at the bottom, I felt the car start to slip. Dylan started to panic a little and I watched the trees and the lights of oncoming traffic as we spun towards the median. He was trying to correct

black car on roadway while raining during nighttime

and hit the break, so I very calmly said to take his foot off the break and keep his hands still. Eventually, we came to a stop facing traffic, though it was really far up the road. After a breath, we continued. This time, much slower. We passed other cars that night that had spun out. Some had gone into the trees, others into guard rails or just straight off the road. When we made it home, I almost cried.

My point here is that I was able to be calm because I was prepared. I wasn’t afraid, even as it was happening. I distinctly remember feeling a crisp, chilly weight in my stomach and feeling very even. I was the calm within the storm and we didn’t go off the road.

So, what I’m trying to say is to go out and live your life, just be prepared.

Okay, off to school. I’ll talk to you later, my Darling Devils.

HS!

LH

 

I’m Pissed

So, I’m scoring along on Twitter today and I’m seeing the usual crap about Trump and some stuff about the Yanni vs Laurel thing (Fuck y’all I’m team Lauren) when all of a sudden I see an article about a teacher who decided it would be a good idea to drown two raccoons in front of his freaking students.

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Not these, but they looked like this.

YUP! You read that right! Let me give you the full story.

So this teacher, Dewie Brewton, who has been teaching at the school for 34 years, caught two raccoons in traps that had allegedly killed a few of the school’s chickens. So, after he had them trapped, he had students help him fill up a tub with water and assist him in holding the cages in the water as the animals fought to breathe, eventually succumbing to their fate.

This is unacceptable and I hope this teacher is fired as soon as possible. Let me explain a few things. My dad is a hunter and performs predator control where he will trap, hunt, kill, or relocate animals depending on what the situation is. Would he have killed the raccoons? Probably.

Here’s the difference: My Dad is not cruel. He doesn’t want these animals to suffer and is really hard on himself if he doesn’t give an animal a clean, quick death. Also, he doesn’t do It around students! Also, his damn job was to kill the animals who were causing harm to livestock or threatening communities.

Mr. Brewton’s job is to teach. I’m a teacher and I know that the job requires more teaching about life and the way the world works than actual math or science lessons. The teacher should have shown the students that animals are only doing what they are doing to survive. He should have showed them how wild they are and how we have to have compassion for animals.

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Unholy FUCK they’re cute.¬†

Here’s what I would have done. I would have brought the students out to see the animals. We would have spoken about what they look like, why they would kill the chickens, what they are acting like, and what they might be doing if they weren’t hanging out with us. Then I would have loaded them up into my car and taken them to a wooded area and set them free.

Maybe that’s just because I’m a Satanist and I value life for all. Maybe it’s because I’m a sucker for those Trash Ninjas. Who knows?

I’ll be posting a video later, my Lovely Devils. Stay tuned.

HS!

LH