Top Nav

Author Archive | thesrocks

My True Meaning

This is a story of gain, loss, love, confusion, and understanding. 


My Life As It Is

My name is Abigail Rose. Better known as Abbie. I’m a dog, but it hasn’t always been like that. Before I tell you about that story, though, I’d like to tell you more about myself, since this story is about me. I’m a brownish-red Standard Poodle, but some people would say I’m more of a tan color. Either way, I’m still a Poodle. I live with four humans, though I originally only lived with two, and then… you know what? That happens later. Anyway, I live with four humans. There are two males and two females. Two, one male and one female, seem to have dominance. Two are younger, but the male seems to have more dominance, or ‘privileges’ as humans say, than the female. I assume the juvenile male is older than the juvenile female. I’ve learned many things. Some of the things are that the behavior of dogs, are similar to humans. We both make our beds, the humans putting blankets and pillows in place. Dogs scratch their beds and go in circles until we are comfortable. Dogs and humans both enjoy tasty treats. I also learned that sadly, 20 million Americans adopt pets, but only 30 percent of the owners keep them. Animals have different personalities, like humans. You can drop a new toy on the floor, and some cats will smell the new toy, but others will dismiss it. The same is with dogs and many other animals. That is all I have to say. On with the story.



When I was born, I was just like any average being. Specifically any average human being. My parents for some reason let me go, and I was at a place called an orphanage from the beginning. Then an elderly couple came and adopted me at age three. They named me Rose, because they didn’t like my previous name, Dheera. That’s when I started loving my life. I ventured around the house, played, and even had my own room. I began homeschooling as soon as I turned four. I learned, and everything went fine for a while. Then, I started using ‘strange’ words for humans, like above, when I said dominance, and instead of liking my previously loved foods, I strived for meat. At first they laughed and corrected me, but they became worried when I started scratching my ears with my foot, and ‘growling’ to strangers. They took me to a doctor, and she suggested to try socializing me more, and do something distracting to stop behaviors, which, if you ask me, wasn’t the solution even if it didn’t become worse. Days passed, and my days went like this: 

“Rose! Could you get the mail for me? I’m busy.” Said my grandma. “Sure!” I replied. When the mailman came, though, it went crazy, or should my grandpa had said. I would bark and scratch at the door, and when he left, I would scratch my ear, with my foot, of course, and get the mail. My grandparents tried scolding, reasoning, and on bad days, pleading. Not too long after,I started getting an urge to run around the yard in circles. I got dog-like features, including long limbs, the ease to run around on all fours, and soft, furry ears. When my grandparents took me to the doctors, they said the same thing every time. I was healthy. So they accepted me. 


Forgot, Forget

Not long after my doctor’s appointment, grandpa got Alzheimer’s disease. I still don’t understand what it is, but I think it has something to do with memory loss. At first it was harmless, like losing his keys, or his phone. it didn’t take long for it to get worse. He forgot what he had for breakfast, and forgot the great park visit that we had yesterday. He even forgot me. We scheduled an appointment with a neurologist for him, and a therapist for me. A week before his appointment, however, he forgot. He forgot me, grandma, how to write, read, and even speak. He was hospitalized, and he never came out. I was, strangely, becoming more of a canine. In addition, people thought of me as a dog, too. The people I met at a park, my tutors, the mailman, and worst of all, grandma, forgot. Forgot like how my grandpa forgot everything, how he forgot me. They all thought I had been a dog all my life. I became sad, depressed, even. I cried through the night, all alone. A howl in my mind answered my lonely call. His call said “I live, I love, I depend on you, I remember you, Rose.” I knew that voice. I called again, but I only got the call of another lonely dog. That voice hadn’t left me. He never would. Grandpa loved me, knew me, praised me, and he seemed to fill the gap in my existence. I finally slept that night.   



Not too long after my new dog days, a new family came along. They were cheery, the four of them. A little girl hugged and kissed me, and both the juveniles played with me. Bliss, I will say. I soon learned their names. “Ryan”, was grandma’s son, the female’s mate, the juveniles father. Ryan also went by “Daddy”. “Delia” was the older female’s name. She seemed to not be directly related to grandma, though she was the mate of Ryan, and the mother of the juveniles. She also went by “Mommy”. The juvenile male was called “Kian”, but the juvenile female usually called him “KIAN!” He was the grandson of grandma, the brother of the juvenile female, and the son of Ryan and Delia. Finally, there is “Brynn”, the juvenile female who typically, and to her annoyance, is called “Brinnie” or “Brinnitita” by Kian. I love them all! I didn’t realize how much more I would learn about that family. They took me to their house, which is a long drive. The juveniles watched a small rectangular box that had an image that I could not clearly see on it to pass time. When we made it, there was plenty of new sights and smells, and I didn’t hesitate to inspect them. They gave me a bed, but I preferred the couch. I found that I was, in dog years, 34 years old. This is because in the youth ages of dogs, we age faster than humans, and in our older years, we age slower. If I was a smaller dog, I would have been 32, and if I was a bigger dog, I would be the same age, and if I was a giant dog, I would be 35. The “One Human Year Equals Seven Dog Years” is incorrect. People started trying to figure out why we age “faster” than humans since the 1200’s. I also learned that dogs are not exactly color blind. We don’t see in black and white. We do have fewer cones than humans, the light receptors for colored vision. Dogs and cats are green-red color blind. If someone put a red ball on the green grass, the family dog might have a hard time noticing it. 


Good Smells

The next day,  questions flew into my mind. “Why did I become a dog?” “Does Grandpa know where I am?” “What is that wonderful smell?” I decided to try to answer all the questions. I concentrated on the smell, and I successfully identified it. Toast. I will go get some. I went to the kitchen, and Brynn poured me some pellets. TOAST TOAST TOAST TOAST TOAST. I pleaded and pleaded, but they sent me to my bed. Fine. We can play a game. If I win, you give me toast. If I lose, you give me toast. I got up from my bed and went back to the kitchen. I gave in, and I lost, but they still owe me toast! 


Eww! Bad Girl!

Yesterday I went digging in the bathroom trash to uncover some secrets. I tried some toilet paper. YUCK! I dragged out some of Ryan’s clothes. No secrets here. I ripped up the trash and took some to my bed. I left it to go sit on the couch. Ryan, Kian, and Brynn went to go play on more rectangular devices. Delia read a rectangular device, except it didn’t have the glow. It had a picture on the front. One that didn’t move. A book. No one’s noticed my detectativity. Just then, Brynn, walked across and saw the toilet paper on my bed. She followed the trail to the bathroom. I heard a gasp and she walked to Delia. They exchanged words and the juvenile led her to the paper on my bed, the trail, and the detective site. I followed close behind, making sure they didn’t move anything from it’s organized spot. Okay, not organized, but spot. Delia seemed to grow mad. Brynn left, and Delia notified Ryan, and soon they were both angry. Brynn scurried upstairs, Kian following behind. I was scolded, but the worst punishment was one of two things, either vomiting or that everyone, including Brynn, who usually pours over me, ignored me. I slept with an uneasy stomach. 


I Have A Feeling

I had a feeling. A good feeling, but unfortunately I also had a bad one. I don’t think that I should’ve eaten that trash. My good feeling comes from my heart. Perhapes grandpa is still with me. Maybe Ryan, Delia, Kian, and Brynn will forgive me. Maybe not. The feeling in my tummy tells me that I will have another vomiting fest. I need to go to the bathroom. Please take me out. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! BARK! Oops. That last one came out as a bark, the forbidden sound. I’m ashamed. URP! Sorry about that burp. I need to go or I will vomit in your house people. LET ME OUT!!!!!! 



The sorrow I felt when I vomited all weekend. Bad was not the word. It was worse. I feel the need to rip something, but nothing here will make me feel any better. I would only get in more trouble. Perhaps one of these people will be kind and forgiving enough to play with me. Or let me outside. But I do the same thing every day. Run. Sleep. Eat. Nap. Be pet. Eat more. The past few days I vomited. That is all. My point of life has to be more. Either that or I was a mistake. Sorrow is my life. I was mistakenly born to my parents, who let me go. I mistakenly thought I had a place in life. I mistakenly became a dog. I had sorrow in all these places. Nothing can bring me back from this coma of nightmares. No one can make these dark colors I see in my head turn bright. No one can make the shadows that haunt me bring me, instead of sadness, joy. My girl is trying to rub my belly. This will not help me, Brynn. Use your time for something useful, because I’m not. Hang on. I detect sadness in her. She is sad I won’t let her give me a belly rub. Her sadness is my fault. I’m as worthless as the stuff humans chew and stick under tables.  What’s the point? They don’t want me here. I must find a way to disappear.


No, No!

Today Delia went to go get juveniles, as usual. This is the time I will use for investigating. First I will investigate that annoying smell that makes my nostrils sting. I have found the source, and I must eliminate it. I first must acquire it. How, though? I will put my front paws up and grab it with my mouth. Acquired! Now… I must eliminate it! I ran to the room with the small rectangle, and I noticed the big words on it that said something like TIC TACS. I cracked the box open and ate the things in it. It looked like white pills. They tasted very good. I will save this one for last. Wait, it already is last. I started to suck on it, but I heard a car park and running feet. I spit it out, there being no evidence of me eating them. My girl still seemed to be mad. Delia even more mad.They must be psychic. Or maybe they used that thing that made the clicking noise. “No, no, Abbie! Bad Abbie!” Brynn said. She got out the thing that makes the sucking noise and got all the crumbs. I unfortunately found no evidence. 



I wandered, aimlessly, like my life. Aimlessly. My People all seem sad. I won’t let my boy pet me. I won’t let Ryan, either. Or Delia. Not even my girl. I want to be useful, but I’m not. No enjoyment. No pride. Nothing. Like my life. Hello, Brynn, Kian. My boy and girl still seem to want to pet me. Fine. This once, but it won’t make me feel any better. Wait. They seem happy. How? Is something cool behind me? No. Just a wall. Are they happy… because they like… petting me? This… I just realized something. I only completely changed to a dog after grandpa died. What if my purpose then was to make grandma and grandpa happy by being their child, and then make Ryan, Delia, Kian, and Brynn happy by being their dog? Is this my purpose? Do I really have two? Well, that makes me wag my tail. So does being petted, and having them being happy. Them being happy makes me happy. That means all I have to do to keep their happiness in check is let them pet me, and not destroy stuff. By keeping their happiness in check, I’ll be happy and won’t destroy stuff. I’ve discovered my true purpose, my true life, my true meaning.

That is my true meaning. That is what I learned. It wasn’t Ryan, Delia, Kian, and Brynn knocking on the door to grandma’s house. It was Fate, Truth, Opportunity, and Love. It was Hardship, Loyalty, Meaning, and Obstacles. I also learned that all these things can be masked. They can be masked and put into the world. They each have their own definition, but they all come into one big, beautiful bundle. We call them People.

Continue Reading

Why Your Kid Should Do Shadowing

When you apply to middle schools, there’s a lot of things you have to do. There’s applications, the cognitive test, and the at-school testing. Though this is a lot, when you apply, you should consider shadowing to see the school. 

If you don’t know what shadowing is, it’s quite simple. Shadowing is when a student wants to see the school, so they sign up and get to follow another student around the school and go to their classes.They get to see the classes they are interested in and get to see what the teachers and students are like.  Kids who shadow can make an informed decision about which schools are their #1 choice. Shadowing gives your kid experience for middle school such as bell schedules, lunch times, and classes. If the school has a block schedule, kids can experience that for the first time. 

My shadowing  experience was very eye-opening and helped me understand the whole middle school experience. I’m really glad I did it.


Continue Reading

The Smallest Members of THES

Many kids attend Travis Heights Elementary School, from our Pre-K to fifth grade. Pre-K and Kinder are some of our smallest kids, but still not our smallest members. Our smallest members are the THES pets! Some people would agree that animals movements and actions are inspirational for projects or PBLs that focus on science, specifically animal science. Not only this, but students or teachers who are irritated tend to stop and think while watching another animals movements, calming them down. Here is some information about the pets at our school. 

Ms. Isoline’s Rats

Ms. Isoline currently has three rats. One is a small black one, whose name is Trixie. Trixie is a wild rat and is a bit nervous about the idea of tons of humans. She and the other rats are sometimes seen snuggling together. There’s  a slightly bigger black one that’s named Luna. Luna was a bit nervous at first, too, with all the people gazing into the glass, but is slowly warming up to humans. The last one is a white rat with black splotches. Her name is name is Badger. Badger was adopted along with her sister, Moca.  Unfortunately, Mocha died over the summer. Trixie and Luna are new to the school. A student gave them to Ms.Isoline so Badger wouldn’t be lonely. Badger tends to be the one that will come up to you if you open the cage. She is most comfortable with people. Sometimes Ms. Isoline opens the top of the cage and lets the rats run free. Badger runs on the floor, while Luna and Trixie explore the desk. 
Mr. Paparone’s Snake

Every month certain teachers can get temporary pets from the Science Resource Center. (They get sent back after a little while.)  Mr. Paparone is one of those teachers. Not too long ago, Mr. Paparone received a corn snake. The children voted on a name and the winner was Zoom-Zoom Charlie. Zoom-Zoom Charlie mostly spent his time under his log. The children, however, did get to see Zoom-Zoom Charlie shed his skin! Depending on the age and species of the snake, they may shed twice every month or twice a year. Adult corn snakes typically shed twice a month. 
The Chicken Coop

The chicken coop is a remarkable little addition to our school! There are four chickens currently. Three are ready to strut their stuff! One casually plays it cool, putting in a cluck or two. They are cautious of humans. They help teach responsibility to the Pre-K classes that take care of them. They teach kids about cleaning an animals living space, feeding animals, and making sure they have fresh water. Kids even collect the eggs!
Ms. Isolines Guinea Pigs

Ms. Isoline has two guinea pigs. One is a little baby guinea pig named Delilah, and the other is an older one is named Marshmallow. Delilah is small and white. Marshmallow is a light brown and white. Delilah gets nervous when people watch her and typically darts out to get lettuce. Marshmallow is nervous, but doesn’t dart out like Delilah. 5th grade occasionally gets to hold the Guinea Pigs.

Continue Reading

Immigration and Migration

This year as a project in 4th grade we are doing a immigration and migration interview. We are expected to find a person that is not our parents to interview and that came from another continent, country, or state. Then we are expected to ask them different questions like:

  • Where were you born?
  • Why did you come to Texas?
  • How did you come to Texas, that sort of thing?

I’m doing my interview on my grandmother from Valley of the Angels, Zacatecas, Mexico. She came to join her husband, but there’s different people from different places and some came here for different reasons. I’ve observed that many of them moved because of better experiences, better jobs, more money, war, a natural disaster or, like mine, to join family. Most of them did get what they moved here for. Whether or not, most of them settled here.

Lots of them had family here, too. Many of them are doing well. We are also supposed to make a giant chart with two to three people, as well we will make a podcast with the same people. Then the podcast will be on a QR code and when people hold their phones up the podcast will play. It’s fun and probably my favorite P.B.L. ever!

Continue Reading

Mrs. Robertson Has Left

By Pandababy and Thesrocks

It is sad news to say that our beloved Ms. Robertson has left Travis Heights Elementary School. She enjoys seeing us kids all around the school. She knows everybody’s name in the whole school. She has served as a principal for about 18 years. She loves the school and us, but it is time for retirement.

We will miss you!

Continue Reading