My english teacher liked this I thought I would share it with you guys to see what you think. It's a memoir of sorts that has to do with grey's and she thinks that it could poetentially make a good college admissions essay so here it is (i'm not that fond of it)

Seriously obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy, that is, and none of my friends and family get why. My desktop picture is of the cast winning an award for Best Ensemble Cast awarded by the Screen Actors Guild. I wake up in the morning to see a Grey’s Anatomy poster on the wall. I eat in front of the television. I wear t-shirts with the slogans on them. I sleep and dream about all the characters. In my spare time, I even talk to people about the show on the internet. I even daydream about being a new character on the show that is a psychiatrist. My friends and family will never know exactly why I am obsessed because I will never know exactly why. Most of my friends watch the show and wait for a new one to come on Thursday nights but none of them feels like they have a deep connection to the show and its characters, I do.
Grey’s Anatomy is a hit television show about several surgical interns, a few surgical attendings, and one chief of surgery. The writers got me hooked on their brilliantly deep and complex characters that all have completely different personalities that all feel like they are lost somehow in this world. Whether the characters experience the death of both of relationships and people, they always keep moving ahead until there is a slight bump in the road or to some a huge bump in the road also known as adultery. Not only do these surgeons get to do the most amazing surgeries, but they also have many intertwined relationships.
On the outside it was a normal Wednesday like any other I went to school for the six hours and fifty-five minutes and came back home but when I walked through the door, there was something missing. About five minutes later, I realized that my dog B.J. was missing, gone, she had disappeared. So I glanced out the window to see if my mom’s car was in the driveway. It was so I yelled up stairs “Where’s B.J.?” in the most concerned voice I have ever had. My mom came down the stairs very slowly so I automatically knew that something was wrong.

“She was old. She was dying. I took her to the vet today and he said that she was going through a lot of pain. They asked if it was all right to put her down, so I said that it was for the best.”

“Okay, so she’s gone dead. …Just like that… no warning. All right, I’m gonna have to get used to that.”

“Yeah and it’s going to be hard but I think that you can handle it.”

So I went upstairs back into my bedroom that is painted blue, the color of sadness, laid on my bed stared at the ceiling for about an hour and a half. No tears whatsoever. I tried to cry but the tears just wouldn’t come. As from the cleaver words from the Grey’s Anatomy writers “my tear ducts seem to be too proud.” My tear ducts were too proud, not even one glistening tear ran down my cheek.
The death occurred during the middle of May, which is primetime television season finale time. I was really looking forward to Sunday, which was the airdate for the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy. The season finale was set up so that there was one hour on Sunday night and two more hours on the next day. By the time it was Sunday, I was so pumped up for the finale it was not even funny. I had practically played possibilities of the finale but when the time came I was not prepared for what was about to happen.
That night I situated myself right in front of my teeny tiny nine inch television that I had in my room, shut the door, and turned off all the lights so that there would be absolutely no distractions. I watched the entire episode basically without blinking but I ended up pacing back and forth in my room because they were ready to kill one of the important relationship characters and then the episode ended but I could not fall asleep.
All through Monday I still did not tell a single soul that my dog had died not one, not my best friends, not anyone. This ate me up inside all day long. I anxiously waited for the rest of the season finale but I will admit I was not exactly prepared what the writers were going to literally throw at me. Again I situated myself in front of the television, this time at nine-o-clock. I watched it as if it was me in place of the characters particularly the main character Meredith Grey. She has a dog named Doc that she shared with her soulmate (that was my opinion at the time) and he had cancer. That night she had to let something go, Meredith went to the veterinarian to relieve Doc of his pain and he was put to sleep. This is where I start crying profusely everywhere and for the next hour or so I did not stop crying. Anything that happened even the funny stuff, I cried. That is the most I had ever cried in one sitting in my entire life.
That one particular episode changed my life forever. I had been an avid television watcher for some time before Grey’s Anatomy came along, but no show had ever allowed me to relieve the emotions about what had actually been happening in my life. Not C.S.I. and definitely not Desperate Housewives but this one really hit the spot. Now every time I watch an episode, new or not, of Grey’s Anatomy, I feel all the emotions that I felt as if it was the first time that I have seen it. What can I say I am a McFan.

Awww, I like how you ended that! It was also cool how you intertwined your dog :( with the show and how it helped you cope with that...

Thanks for sharing!