ready, set, COLLAGE!!!!

For me, growing up as a kid, i always had a set goal in mind. whether it be school, my future career or how i just want to end up in life. i always grew up witht the love of sports and littuature, so when i dicide on the collage i would like to attend to i look for exactly that. i have a whole list full of collages that i would like to attend to but one that sticks out from the rest is Boisie State University. Not because of its blue turff, but becuase it fits the discription of ME.

NEXT STOP BOISIE.
http://www.boisestate.edu/

such a lovely thing

Robynn Corneau Period 3 August 19, 2008 Such A Lovely Thing “Remember Robynn; always think positive, never negative. You can do it, I believe in you!” A dad is every girl’s role model, someone they look up to, have special talks with, the one that gives you that extra comfort when you are sad, and the protector of your heart from those dirty rotten boys who try and still their little girls away from them. Mines, I guess you can call him my role model; I just look up to him in another way. Growing up in a house with two older brothers made it easier to build that special father-daughter bond between the two of us. My dad would be the first one that I would go to for anything whether its, money, advise, a friendly talk or to help me out with some project for school, bottom line, my dad an I, were CLOSE. To me it feels like a win-win situation because my dad would teach me something about life and what to expect in the real world by telling me his past experiences he encountered form either the military, life back home in Connecticut, or raising our family. As for me I got to teach him what goes on in my life time, how things had changed form when he was going to school till’ now, technology skills off the ying-yang, and how to be the perfect father. Building our bond was very easy, im not saying that everything went perfect, of course, since we are only human we did have those times where our foundation cracked and needed to build over it. But there is just one thing that can never seem to bring us down, that is of course, the love for Baseball. My dad being the up most, biggest, Boston Red Sox fan lured our whole household family into becoming a Red Sox fanatic, so when you see the Red Sox’s play at Fenway Park for that title of World Series, you can find the Corneau family crowed around the TV and my dad waving that red sock, around his head rooting for them to win as the suspense gets tougher through each inning. In January, 1997 my dad got hit head on by a cop on his way to an AA meeting. This accident caused my dad almost his life. They found him with his head crammed under the dashboard and bent as if his body broke in two. Lucky for him the doctor had told him that if it was just some average Joe kind of guy he would have been dead, but since my dad was so physically fit, with that willingness to stay live, he survived. Over the years the effects of the car accident caught up to him as he suffered with back and neck injuries. These injuries were so intense that he needed a miniature computer installed in him which pumped morphine into his back to lessen the pain. And as those years progressed my dad came across a lot more problems with his health. Starting with his appendix (that if he didn’t arrive at the emergency when he did it would of burst), aorta triple bypass, bleeding in the brain in result of a clogged artery in his neck and major gout problems. Having all these problems occur to him, he hardly had the strength to do anything. We hardly went outside to throw a baseball around, go out on family vacations out of state, and take a long drive down to the other side of the island because my dad could neither sit nor stand for a long period of time. Although it sounds like a boring life there are fun moments like when we go shopping and my dad uses those electronic wheelchair “thingys” which he called his “putt-putt mobiles” that he used to take us riding on, as we get to blast it down each of the isles just for the heck of it. It has been a total of ten years since my last dad decided to have an alcohol beverage. Up until this point he was very consistent with no intake with alcohol whatsoever until stress kicked in. I hate to say it but, my dad became an alcoholic again. Just this time it was worse. It started off with just wine, then beer and a little hard liquor, then it lead to cases of beer. I never saw my dad like this before; he started to lie an awful lot, had a really short temper, and just seemed to get more out of control. What seemed to be a perfect father and daughter relationship twisted into a father and daughter controversy. Almost every night there was a war going on between the both of us because my dad would barge into my room while i'm on the phone and talk about some type of nonsense about nothing, well at least that’s what I thought it was. Every time my dad would ramble on about the same thing over and over again and the next day when a new argument begins and I bring up what he had said the night before, he doesn’t remember and tries to bring up something new into the subject. But the more we argue, the more we split apart. It got to the point where I start to yell and talk back to him, trying to put my point across. I think that the only reason why my dad would come after me is because I’m the only one that actually had the guts to stand up to him and lay down the truth even if it was harsh and cruel. And so the battle begins on Saturday November 3, 2007 where my dad and I go at it again, starting off with the same stuff, but ending up taking it way too far. That night as tears ran down my face still yelling at my dad at the top of my lungs with a fight that lasted hours on end broke out as my dad approached me and told me to hit him because I was nothing to him anymore. As he stormed into the house tearing it from floor up knocking the valuables down in my room, and taking apart the closet in my moms room and her dressers, he packed up his bags, sat us all down in front of the TV and talked to us sternly. He turned to my mom and said “Lynn, I love you! We did raise a good family and I’m glad to have met you” then turned to my brother “Colby, you’re a good man; I know you are going to go far in life” shakes his hand and calls my dog over “Cosmo, I love you! Take care” grabs him, and gives him a kiss and lastly he turns to me. Looks me straight in the eye, shakes his head, and then walks away. Slamming the door behind him and starting his car to take off. I guess he later realized that he had no place to go because he came back later on that night thinking that he was welcome. Coming into the house and acting as if nothing just happened. And of course, I knew, I knew very well what had happened. We got into a fight told each other we hated one another, you mean nothing to me anymore, you can rot in hell, I want nothing to deal with you anymore, you’re a disgrace to the family, and I never want to talk to you again. And I meant it, well sort of I don’t know about him, but he implied it like he did. a few days had passed and I tried to not let it bother me, but it did. We couldn’t even look at each other anymore yet alone be in the same room. Until… “Robynn, can I see the remote?” “I told you, I’m not talking to you. I want nothing to deal with you.” And he walks away murmuring something under his breath. Then Thursday came. Something I thought was never possible became a reality. Stuck in traffic on my way home form school I will never forget this day where it changed my life forever. I lost my dad. Getting a call from my brother saying that he found my dad on the floor, pale and not moving, killed me. It shut me down completely. Not being able to speak nor think clearly making everything a blur and the feel of being numb. When arrived at home scoping out the area as five cop cars two fire trucks and an ambulance line the perimeter of the house. Stepping out of the car and immediately getting escorted by my aunty to go to their house and not to turn back. But with the thought of turning back, I looked over my shoulder and saw a small glimpse of my dad hopelessly laying on the floor on his side in his favorite blue aloha shirt he wore all the time. It felt as if the world came to a stop, everything moving in very, slow motion with just the initial thought of having my dad doing something like that and how he’s really excluded out of our lives now. Its been almost ten months now, since my dad passed away. Its been really hard to cope with everything but managing to pull myself through. Trying to hold up strong for my mom, brothers and especially for my dad and myself, it isn’t easy, but it just takes time. Of course sometimes are harder than others but its all in the process of healing. By this experience it has shown me how to be a stronger person, not only for myself but for my family also. By always thinking positive never negative like my dad used to say makes me take a different look in life as not just black and white, but the whole picture. It helped me grow from just daddy’s little girl, to Robynn Corneau, an individual that was faced with an obstacle with the motivation and determination and the hope to continue life’s journey to where ever it will lead me and take life head on with a positive attitude and the courage to succeed. My dad has many of inspiring life stories and quotes. And every time when I have the chance, I look up, and thank him for all the good things he provided me with through out the years. Although he’s missing out on the best years of my teen years, despite all of the nasty things I said those nights I still love him and he’s still apart of my life locked in my heart forever, and I know that he’s looking from above and smiling because I finally understood why everything happens for a reason, and this reason was my transition from childhood to adulthood. I LOVE YOU DAD! Into my hearts treasury, I slipped a coin, That time cannot take Nor a thief purloin, Oh better than the minting, Of a gold crowned Queen, Is the safe kept memory Of such a lovely thing By: Sarah Leaserdale In loving memory Of Robert Joseph Corneau August 2, 1956- November 8, 2007