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The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My CSI Experience

Monday, March 19th, 2018

My CSI Experience

On Sunday, March 4, I was at home in Little River when I had one of the weirdest experiences ever. I thought I had found a dead body.

I was taking photos for my Monday night Basic Photography class, and knew of some areas outside of Little River that had high potential for my Rules of Thirds project.

It was after church that I decided to go out for a walk in the refreshing spring-like weather with my mom. We went down to an old path that I used to walk almost daily in the summertime.

As we were walking through, my mom noticed another path in the trees. Since there are still no leaves on the trees, you could see everything. I’d never seen completely through the trees before.

So we walked along the mowed path and ended up at this really old beaten up car. At first I was just bewildered because I had never seen the car in the many times I had travelled along this area.

I was taking pictures and lined the focus on the graph lines in my camera. Walking around to the left side of the rustic four-door, I saw something in the back seat.

There was a long vertebrae with some other small bones around it. I was stunned into silence thinking about the possibility of a murder or missing person. The ribs were a little off, so it didn’t exactly look human. A lot of people hunt where I’m from, so my mom and I weren’t jumping to any conclusions.

I came to school and showed my classmates the picture of the bones in the backseat. One of them told me I needed to report it.

In Little River, some people just like to mess with others. My mom had asked people who live near the trail if they had seen the car. The man she asked said that it probably belonged to his neighbor who likes practical joking or just left an animal in there.

In the meantime, my best friend and I went back on Tuesday to investigate further. It was super windy out, causing my car to shake on the highway. When we got to the scene of the crime, we carefully opened the door like I should have the first time. She used one foot to press on the handle while I pulled it back with my foot. After looking over everything, and since her dad is a vet that works with big animals, she has seen some bones and animal parts. We concluded that it was indeed not a body.

I was half relieved that I didn’t need to make a huge deal of this and alarm the police for no reason, half disappointed because it would be pretty cool to be the one to discover a body.

On the bright side, my friend and I decided we needed a day to just be girls and shop. We took the long way back to Hutch, which was going through McPherson to kill some time. So we went to a couple of retail stores and then headed to Applebee’s for supper. Overall it wasn’t too bad of a time.

Brenna Eller is a Little River freshman in journalism

The unfortunate events of Brenna- my show and tell experience

Wednesday, March 7th, 2018

On March 2, after my algebra class, I packed up my car with laundry, and my backpack and headed home for Little River. I had a thought to go to Sandstone Heights Nursing Home to see my mother, who is the office manager. As I was dropping off my stuff at my house, I saw a miniature doll that looked remarkably like my doll just upstairs.

When I was about 3-years old, my dad surprised me with the doll because he thought it looked like me. He got my little sister Kylie one too, but hers didn’t resemble her as much as mine resembled me.

I found my old doll in my room and compared the two. The smaller one had the same colorful striped tank top and faded blue skirt. The only thing missing was the matching faded blue jacket.

Over lunch, I asked my mom about it and she was just as excited as I was. She had found the small doll at a thrift store in McPherson by chance. It was in a basket and she just had to get it because it looked exactly like mine.

This reminded me of the time I presented my doll, which I called the Brenna Doll, to my kindergarten class at show-and-tell. Each week, a student was picked by the teachers to do show and tell. When it was my turn, I knew exactly what I would bring.

My baby stuffed elephant with a little diaper on it that read the year 2000, and the Brenna doll. The only issue, I couldn’t find the skirt to my doll. So I figured I could hide that and everything would be fine. Boy was I wrong.

As you can imagine, my classmates laughed at me as I tried to explain myself, but only made it worse when I showed the elephant with the diaper. At the time I felt like my whole class was making fun of my prized possessions.

When the humiliation was over, I ran to the bus that my mom drove and bawled. I told her what happened and as soon as my friends came onto the bus, I gave them the silent treatment. Some were saying that they didn’t laugh, but I told them they did and I saw them.

I will admit that I shouldn’t have brought the doll with no skirt and elephant with a diaper, but the point was to show and tell about your favorite objects that help describe yourself. I thought my reasoning of bringing the two items was pretty justified. The Brenna doll being similar to my physical features and the elephant representing my love for elephants.

Thinking about it still makes me upset, but I understand why my class laughed. I would probably have laughed too if it were someone else’s toys.

On the bright side, the next time I did show-and-tell was in second grade, and I made sure NOT to bring anything that would embarrass me. Another good thing is that the skirt has been found since the show and tell of 2005.

Brenna eller

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Flu Experience

Friday, February 23rd, 2018

On Feb. 14, most people were out enjoying the warm and welcoming Valentine’s Day weather. After all of my classes were over by 3:40 p.m., I had all intentions of being outside and enjoying the heat as well. That all ended once I took a 20-minute nap waiting for my dad to show up and give me a sheet of paper I forgot at home.

When I got up from the nap, I had a horrible headache and felt like I had to have been traveling through time, missing the wonderful day outside. When I met my dad and sister, we got pizza at Little Caesars. I took some home and got ready for bed. I started coughing trying to get the tickle out of my throat.

That didn’t work because when I woke up the next morning, I was burning up and it felt like the end of the world going on in my head. I texted my mom, asking what I should do. She told me to go to the doctor right away and take medicine.

I then smacked my head remembering that my car had been taken that morning to be worked on and wasn’t going to be returned until Friday morning. Not knowing what to do, I decided to head over to the Student Health Center. I was sweating really bad already and knew I had to have the flu. I just needed another opinion that was free.

Turns out I definitely had symptoms of the flu. So the nurse gave me a mask so I could tell my teachers I was sick and get what I needed done for the day.

I went back to the dorms and waited while watching comfort movies for my dad to get off work and buy my medicine. I then waited until he was really finished with work.

When he finally got there, I stripped my bed to get everything washed and started disinfecting the room. I let my roommate know that I was sick, so that she was aware of the germs in the room. She offered to drive me home, but my dad got there first.

So I spent Friday at home in Little River, during its Homecoming, being sick and miserable. My family was also a little sick, but not as bad as me I guess. I didn’t feel back to normal until Tuesday. I guess the flu is supposed to last a week.

On the bright side, I spent the weekend rewatching “The Vampire Diaries” and being fed home-cooked meals.

Brenna Eller is a Little River freshmen in Journalism.

The unfortunate events of Brenna: My Christmas experience

Friday, December 1st, 2017

By Brenna Eller
Opinion Page Editor

Every year, my family would take a trip to see my grandparents in Atwood.

It’s a good four-hour drive from Little River. We don’t go very often anymore because our grandparents moved to Little River, but Atwood is still one of my favorite places to visit.

One Christmas, I believe I was about 7-years old, I went to a friend’s birthday party after our YMCA basketball game. I ended up staying the night there and the next morning my family was planning on going to Atwood.

My dad stayed home this time, so my mom came and picked me up with my three sisters. On the way, my younger sister and I had our usual fights about not having enough room in our family’s mini-van and about staying on our own sides of the seats.

Four agonizing hours later, we finally spotted the tell-tale plants and hills of Atwood, we all got excited.
The whole way, I had been trying not to itch my head because it had been bothering me that entire time. I told my mom, but she didn’t think there was anything to worry about.

When we got to our grandparents’ house we noticed that their lights were all off and their car was gone. My mom decided to call them and we found out that they were actually in Texas seeing some family members.
So we saw some other family in Atwood, since my family is originally from there. My mom has a lot of friends there too so we still had plenty to do even though our grandparents were gone.

So, what is the unfortunate event you ask? WelI, I was sitting at the dining room table itching my head again, what seemed like the millionth time. This time it was a horrible feeling like something was crawling around on my head. I put my fingers to my scalp and at the same place I was going to scratch, I touched a little bug. I pulled it out and looked at it in disbelief.

My mom came in after hearing me scream. She asked, “What’s wrong?” And I just told her to look on my head. She did and she started yelling too.

After combing through my hair and putting any kind of solution she could find in it to drown the disgusting creatures, we finally killed all of the lice.

We disinfected the entire house, washed any blankets, sheets, and stuffed animals we could find, and then went on with the rest of our trip paranoid.

On the bright side, I haven’t had lice since then. Hopefully I will never have to go through that again.

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Washington DC experience

Friday, November 17th, 2017

By Brenna Eller

Opinion Page Editor

So this past weekend I went to Las Vegas with my best friend to go to a Marine Ball. As I was there, I couldn’t help but think of the time I went to Washington D.C. my junior year of high school because that was the last time we had flown together.

The history teacher at Little River, Mr. Keith Rains, takes students every year to Washington D.C. during the summer with a group from surrounding areas. I’m not sure how he has gone time and time again, but I think I’m good with not going for a while.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast on the trip and loved the memorials, but since I am an Eller, and my two older sisters had been forgetful the years they went to Washington, I was just bound to forget something too.

That being said, my oldest sister wandered away from the group a lot when she went, scaring Mr. Rains quite a bit, and my other sister left her phone under a bench on Capitol Hill. Luckily there was a guy in her group who was training for a marathon, so he ran back and got the phone for her.

Me being the most irresponsible, unlucky, and clumsiest of the Ellers, just had to one-up them. I left much more than a cell phone. In fact, I didn’t lose my cell phone of all things.

It was the first day of the trip, and I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. so we could get to the airport on time. My sister had informed Mr. Rains that I am way worse than they were and that he needed to keep an eye on me.

When we got to D.C., I went to get my suitcase from the baggage claim. There were so many people, I felt claustrophobic. I tried to squeeze myself into the crowd and accidently bumped into an older lady. I said, “Sorry, excuse me.” She just looked at me like I slapper her in the face or something and shoved me back. So, I just waited until people cleared out to get my bag and moved onto the metro platform.

One of the leaders of our group told us to wait, because the metro that pulled up wasn’t the right one. so I decided to take my backpack that I had been lugging around off. Then the same leader said, “Nevermind, this is us, everyone get on!” So I grabbed my suitcase and got on so I wouldn’t miss it.

It had just started to rain when we got to our stop near the hotel we were staying at. One of the people in our group asked me if she could use my umbrella that I was so happy I brought before.

I said,” Sure!” As I reached behind me, I already knew the inevitable. It was like my heart dropped not only to my stomach, but to my feet.

I started having a mini panic attack and laughed hysterically. I just could not believe I would lose my backpack that had my camera in it, my purse, money, social security card, and umbrella.

I ran to Mr. Rains and he could tell by the horrified look on my face that I had lost something. He said, “What was it?” and I told him where I last saw it. It was at the airport metro platform.

So, we left our group and ran to catch a metro going back to the airport. We finally found the right one and hopped on. When we got to the platform, it was a ghost town. There were zero security guards in sight. I thought I was losing my mind. I was so scared. Finally, we got to a booth where four or five security guards were standing bent over rummaging through something.

Mr. Rains asked if they had found a blue bag with elephants on it and one lady looked at me and said, “What’s your name?” I answered her and she looked at an I.D, then said, “It’s her.” I was just thinking to myself, Oh crap! I’m in a lot of trouble, they think I’m a bomb terrorist, I can’t be seen in this place ever again.

Then I had to sign a paper that stated that everything I had was in the bag. I was so relieved I think I may have teared up a bit. As we were getting to the hotel area, it started to just downpour.

So I got out my umbrella and we shared it walking to the hotel. As I was approaching the rest of our group, someone had started a slow clap and all of a sudden everyone was slow clapping for me. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at anyone.

On the bright side, I took a lot of great pictures and the rest of the week went smoothly even though I had people asking me if I had my bag everyday.