Cortisol Levels: A Short Story

It was a hard time for me and my surroundings, and for my body,

When I removed it to take showers, I endured substantial pain from the lack of back support. However, one day, I decided I had had enough. I didn’t want to depend on it and so I removed it, and never wore it again. This has been a metaphor for my entire life.

Eventually, all my confidence and hopes were drained by my internal distress and confusion. Twenty more minutes before class ends, I thought to myself. Sitting still, I felt like the whole world was observing me, mocking my differences.

Initially, I didn’t really question why this woman took me out of my classroom and brought me there. I was just happy that I got to miss learning about subtraction in favor of playing games. Little did I know at the time, this woman actually had a hidden motive behind this simple card game. Earlier, my teacher had requested for me to see the school’s speech therapist after noticing that I struggled with a lisp.

There was a bunch of challenges that Aimee Mullins faced but one of them was her teacher. The teacher tries to stop Aimee from returning to class by saying that she would be a distraction to the other students in the class. Aimee Mullins sas, “But my teacher had a different idea about that. She tried to prevent me from returning to class … and said that I would be a distraction to the other students.” (para.

In the classroom, the smell of permanent marker took over my nose, the sound of talking kids lay softly in my eardrums, and the sound of Mrs. Cubello's voice fills the room. Mrs. Cubello is my honors geometry teacher, and for some reason is very enthusiastic about her job. Usually when I

Brennan was observed during the morning in his first grade classroom. At the start of the observation, the class was instructed to sit on the carpet for an activity. Brennan got up out of his seat and appropriately sat on the carpet. Brennan’s teacher, Mrs. Jones, began to engage the class in a writing activity. As she engaged the class in a discussion and wrote sentences on the board, Brennan appeared to pay attention as he stared at the board.

His arm was toasted. I started shaking. “Wake up, it 's time for class” I heard. I turned my head to the side and glanced at the hand against me. It was discolored and bubbling.

I was still half asleep and I missed having a simple cup of coffee You. never realize how much you take for granted until it all gets taken away. I was still adjusting to not having all of my belongings and my regular schedule. Such as no sleep because of all the horrific thoughts going through my mind, at first I wasn’t sure if that was normal but apparently it is.

The day was 9/11/01 a plane crashed into the tower there 's was black smoke everywhere at the time I was 12 years old. And I was surrounded by fire and my leg was smashed under a desk I was in pain. There were four other people that were not dead or passed out on the floor. There was blood everywhere I was on floor 77 and the four other people.

Sarah,” I froze. I could feel my hands sweating and heart racing. To my dismay, I heard myself say , “Okay!” as I made my way to the front of the class, my heart dropped into my stomach,

Hope’s class was. The hallway felt never-ending, seeing all the unfamiliar faces made me nervous, but excited at the same time. It was an unusual feeling, but I made it to the class, took my seat, and waited patiently for the teacher to begin. My first new friend was named Cameo, she came up to me and introduced herself, she appeared eager, but I could tell she was just as nervous as I was. I was reluctant to speak to a lot of people due to my speech impediment.

It felt so unreal I felt like I was in a nightmare. I wanted to wake up from the nightmare but I knew that it was no dream. I continued to walk and I found my brother dead as well slit in the neck. I had tears flowing down my face but that was not even the worst part yet. The next thing I saw was my dad standing there with a knife.

As all this was happening, It was like I could see myself. I looked down at my face and tears were streaming, I was trying to move my arms and legs, but they were not moving. I had stopped

I walked into my parents room, only to see that they were not there. I saw them in the basement packing only my clothes, I look outside the window to see angry Whos’ everywhere. They were throwing fire torches and had pitchforks at everyone 's houses. There was a huge thunder storm too, I didn 't know what was going on. My mom’s was looking at my dad, crying and saying last words.