Oh No!

I have a responsibility to go to school, to work, and to babysit, all while maintaining good grades, and sometimes I find it very difficult to handle. An example of my overwhelmingly impossible schedule would be this week. On Tuesday, I have school 8-3:50, then I start work at 4:30 until 8:30. Wednesday I will be at school from 8 until 4 because i have Rock Lab, but I also have to go to work at 4 until 8:45. Thursday my school schedule is the same as Tuesday, but after school I will be going to a Demi Lovato concert in cleveland, and god knows when I'll get home from that... Luckily, I will be getting out of school at 2:40 on Friday, but as soon as I get home I have to babysit until 10 Saturday morning, and then i have to go to work at 11. Saturday I get off at 3, but then have to be ready for my baby sisters birthday party at 4. Though i am still awaiting an outcome, I suspect that after factoring homework I will probably just end up crying.

Carry On My Wayward Son

One time a serious promise was broken was when Dean broke his promise not to bring Sam back to life again  on Supernatural. Dean and Sam have been in a topsy-turvy relationship since season one and have on several occasions brought each other back from the dead. however, every time they save one another, they end up putting their own lives at risk, such as the one time dean sold his soul to save Sam. In season eight, Sam was trying to close the gates to hell, but completing the trails proved to be too challenging and they almost killed Sam. After stopping the trails, Sam still found himself in critical condition, and eventually ended up in a coma. Sam's pending death made Dean super sad, so he made a deal with an angel (thinking it was Ezekiel when really it was Gaderial) that allowed the angel to enter Sam's body and act as a life support. In the end, breaking this promise was harmful for everyone involved (especially Kevin).

Heregoesnothin

"Just do it," She whispered, the look in her eye told  me she she did not want to go through with this. She grimaced, we both knew this was the only option left.

I nudged the gum stuck in her hair slightly, then looked at the peanut butter and cup of ice that sat next to us on the counter. "Are you sure you do not want to try something else?" I suggested, biting my lip. We had been trying for hours to get the gum out of her hair, yet the glob sat unharmed by our prodding. 

She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, "It is no use. Just get the scissors." She rolled her eyes, "you might as well just shave it."

The gum was positioned at the top of of her head; the missing chunk would be noticeable and hard to fix. I took the scissors in my hand and lifted the chunk of hair. "Are you sure you do not want to try the ice again?" I offered, weary of the decision we were about to make. 

"Just do it, stop stalling, talking about it is only making things worse."

I sighed, and finally began to cut the gum out of her hair. I tried to cut as little hair as possible, and when i finished I took a step back to inspect my work. While the missing chunk was noticeable, I realized it was fixable. I handed her a mirror, and she looked it over. Before she could complain I began to explain to her how parting her hair a little more to the right could cover the missing chunk. Though she was not happy, she was relieved that their was a solution to her problem. She stayed quite for a moment before muttering "Thanks," then sulking off to her room.