3 identical strangers documentary

This past week I have been really sick and I have been pretty much laying bed watching Netflix and Hulu. I ran out of things to watch and this documentary came up on my Hulu. It was called “Three Identical Strangers.” (I might spoil the ending so just a warning.) It is about these 3 boys. They were all adopted from different families. One day, two  of them find out they’re twins and it ends up being on every newspaper everywhere. And then the 3rd brother sees it and contacts them, and it turns they are triplets! They were in shock and were so happy to be reunited. They became inseparable. They moved in together and even opened a restaurant together. However, they were furious that the adoption agency split them up. They later found out that they had been apart of a science experiment. There were people creating a study about twins and triplets and how being away from their other half, or third, would affect them. When the documentary explained this I was really furious. I do not understand who in their right mind would separate twins or triplets on purpose. It is just inhumane. They would literally go over to their house and ask them questions and check their IQ, then go to their brother house and do the same, and then go to the other brothers house and do it all over again. They did this for years and years. They knew that they were missing a part of them and they kept it a secret from them. It is so unfortunate because they all struggled with mental illnesses due to their separation. And it was not just them, it was all the rest of the twins and triplets that were being studied. After watching this documentary it made me realize how often people think it is okay to manipulate other people’s lives for no good reason. I am glad I watched it because it something very real in our society and its not something you would expect people to do for their own scientific reasoning.

Freshman Year

I have been reflecting on my freshman year of college because it is quickly coming to and end. I can not believe how fast the time has gone. I definitely was really excited to come to VCU and have the whole college experience that I have heard so much about. I was really nervous at first because my parents did not go to college so I really did not know what I was getting myself into. Although college has had it’s ups and downs I have really enjoyed it. I believe I have met some of the coolest people that I most definitely would not have met anywhere else. I got the amazing experience to live in the capital of Virginia. Richmond is so diverse and unique. VCU is so different than any other college I have visited. So, I feel really lucky to have the opportunity to live here. I have some of the best professors and I am grateful to how much they love to teach and want their students to succeed. To be completely honest, my favorite part of my freshman year of college is being able to experience such a completely different part of Virginia. I live in northern Virginia, and as everyone knows it doesn’t have the best reputation. Everyone thinks it’s filled with rich snobby people, which is pretty much true. So, surrounding myself with people from different areas of Virginia and different cultures is so amazing to me! Everyone here really just does what they please and say what they want and wear what they want. Which is not something you see in northern Virginia. Especially because we have the arts program at VCU. Overall, freshman year has been a great experience. I learned a lot about myself and others. I have learned so much more than I did my four years in high school. And I got to do it with some of my new best friends.

Losing my Best Friend

 

As a little girl, I was always terrified of dogs. Whether it was a tiny yorkie or a big great dane. However, when I was 6, my family and I moved to a bigger house with a big yard, so my dad thought it would be a great idea to get a pet dog. He told me about it once and the next thing I know we have a German shepherd, named Dino, sitting in my living room. He was a puppy but I was terrified of him.  After having Dino for a couple of hours I realized that he was the last thing from scary and that he was going to be my new best friend. My siblings and I would fight over who would get to walk him and I would spend all my free time playing or cuddling with him. From six years old to eighteen he was always there for me. After I came to VCU, I would look forward to all the breaks to go home so I could see him again (and the rest of my family of course.) Over spring break was the best because I hadn’t seen him since winter break and he was so excited to see me that he would sleep in my room and just want me to give him all my attention. This past Wednesday evening I got a random call from my dad. I knew something was up because he never calls me without texting me first. So, I frantically pick up the phone. He explains that Dino is extremely sick, to the point where he could not even walk, or even stand up. He told me that they were going to have to put him down. As soon as he said this I started bawling my eyes out and telling him that there was no way that this was true. I was JUST home for spring break and Dino was acting completely normal and running around. My dad then told me that they had no choice, he was almost 13 years old and he was sick. I was heartbroken that I was in Richmond and not at home to say goodbye to my him or to be with my family in this moment. I had never lost a pet before and I honestly had never thought about this day coming so I was in complete and utter shock and I was a wreck. I cried so much, more than I thought was even humanly possible. After hearing how much pain and the unhealthy state that he was in I just had to accept the fact that he was gone. I know when I go back home in the summer it is going to hit me again when he doesn’t come running up to me like he always did. But, I am grateful for the memories & that I got to grow up with him for almost 13 years and I just hope he enjoyed his life with my family and I because we all loved him so much.