sometimes i think back to when i was taking “Creative Writing” as a magnet thing in high school and my junior year, the teacher called me out on not doing the writing assignment (or even pretending to do it, I think I was ripping paper into squares) all “I hope you can get a 2k writing project done before tomorrow despite how you’re wasting time now” and I, being made of pure spite, was like, (there’s no actual response to this statement from an adult), but I said something about how I’d have it.
And I went home from school that day and rage wrote 5x the required word amount wherein a soldier from the Civil War is walking along a path amid the Chaos of War and finds all these dead dogs and people and has basically a mental breakdown and ends up trying to bury them all but he can’t because he’s exhausted. And she made me read it out loud (to prove I wrote it? I guess?) and I had gruesomely described (in loving detail) the state of the dead bodies and dog remains, having been left outside to rot.
And two things happened: 1. everyone who was not my friend probably thought I had mental problems including the teacher, and 2. she let me use her massive chalkboards for the rest of the school year to plot out whatever book/story I was working on and never again asked me if I thought I could get a writing assignment done on time.
On Tuesday, Lucca, a 12-year-old German shepherd, received the prestigious Dickin Medal, the highest military decoration awarded for valor in the UK. She’s the first American K9 to receive it. While serving, she led over 400 missions in Iraq and Afghanistan, and found over 40 explosives. She lost her leg when an IED detonated as she was searching for weapons. Thank you for your sacrifice, Lucca.