The Chronicles of John Trammell

      I am not happy with my mom right now.  She first was a hero that possibly saved a kitten's life, then turned right back around to put that kitten's life back in danger.  I was playing Halo 4 on Xbox Live when my mom comes walking into my room.  She had said she had an emergency and I needed to take something up to my aunt (her sister) at the farm.  I stopped playing, shut off the Xbox, and went downstairs.  While doing so, my mind began to question what type of emergency would there be that would need me to drive up to the farm?  Especially when my mom and my aunt's relationship is not that great due to family drama from when their dad died.  She takes me into the garage where I see a large clear plastic tub with a blue lid.  She opened up the lid, and in the corner, bundled and whining was a orange tabby kitten.  She was at her work (Clement Middle School) and she saw kids hurting the kitten.  She went over and save...

     This Memorial Day Weekend was the same as it has been the past few years.  I would travel up to UC Davis for the 2013 State 4-H Field Day to put on the 2013 California 4-H Photography Competition on Saturday.  We then had a fun day on Sunday exploring a small area of the Gold country.      Normally, we (my dad, sister, and I) leave early on Friday morning.  That was the original  plan, but my sister had a few exams that day for school.  Because of that, I did not ditch my classes, and went to class.  We had left in the afternoon, at around 2:00 pm.  With being so late, I was afraid of running into the crazy holiday weekend traffic.  For the most part, we did not run into any traffic except for portions of the Grapevine.  The drive was standard.  Took us 8 hours.  Only thing that got on my nerves was my dad.  He kept bringing up that my car is old and it is at its end and it most likely will ...

     A few days ago, while in a conversation with an old 4-H friend, the question of what religion I follow came up.  Not a uncommon question, but a question in which I tend to not know the answer to.  When thinking of coming up with an answer, I get a sense of confusion if I should identify myself with a religion.  Does how I am raised define me towards a certain religion?  Does my moral beliefs identify my religion?  Can you identify yourself in a religion even if you are not practicing the religion?        Most of the time, when I am asked what religion I am, I have the quick answer to say Roman Catholic.  Is that a true answer?  When you are born, it seems standard that you are raised under the beliefs of your parents.  For my childhood, my sister and I were raised under my mom's beliefs more than my dads.  My mom is a Roman Catholic, and was raised under a strong Catholic lifestyle by my gra...