During the last few months of fifth grade I had nearly lost a leg. Fifth grade is a weird time in elementary school. Students feel ready to go to middle school, but are not there yet. I was in pain. I was not going through emotional pain or the struggle of change, but physical pain. The kind of pain you see doctors for. The pain would increase from day-to-day, but wasn 't quite to the point of hospitalization. One day during gym class, was the day of the inevitable, inconceivable pain that led to my hospitalization. The effects of pain stayed for months after the problem ceased. Before my hospitalization, I had pain that could be considered the level of pain that growing might instigate. During the hospitalization,
Second semester of my sophomore year is when my life got flipped around. It was the middle of the season for basketball when I was struck by a knee on my shoulder at practice. I didn 't think much about it at the time, all I knew was that I was in pain. I was a starting post on JV as well as a full time varsity player. The last thing I needed was to get injured when my basketball career was just getting started.
When I had the high fever, I had to stay in the cabin the whole time because I didn’t want to go home. The next day we got to get dressed for a ball and the boys had to pull the girls chair out for us. Got Crutches I was at school when I had to get crutches. It was Wednesday, which meant P.E day.
Picture in your mind a rheumatoid arthritis patient:Let me guess : elderly women, hair gray or graying, right? Eight and a half years ago, I would have had the exact same image in my own mind, but my life took a course that prooces that there are rheumatoid arthritis patients who do not fall in the typical category During third grade, I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis (JRA). I distinctly remember the day things changed. Ibe day I es having the time of my chikdhoif life playing volleyball with friends at recess and the next I was bedridden, unable to move without feelling excruciating pain.
Mid-December on a Friday morning the most unexpected situation brought harsh feelings towards me. I found out I did not make the District 's All-City Honor Band. Every year before that day, I have always achieve a chair in the honor band since I have been playing the clarinet. That disappointment hit my heart the deepest and hardest way possible because that morning I woke up certain I made the band. I took the failure hard with all kinds shenanigans with negative thoughts and feelings.
From research on the internet on several medical websites, I found out this diagnosis is often given when the doctor has no idea what is wrong with you. Well, most of the time that is true. “The pain will go away in a couple of weeks,” they told me. “And if it doesn’t?” my mom
The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest. When we arrived at the doctors he started asking me many question about my day to day life.
Eighth grade is the only grade to be president or vice president. Then I thought if I was going to prove my brother wrong, I would have to be in a higher position. Then eighth grade came and our class wasn't a class anymore, we were instead a family. We were all grown up and I was backing out from becoming a leader. I was backing out from being in Student Council because I heard that one of my closest best friend was running for president and I didn't want any competition.
The emerging theme of Middle school The Worst Years of My Life is that trying to be popular isn 't the best idea. First of all trying to be cool isn 't a good idea because Rafes best friends maybe don 't like how your acting. Also if you 're trying to act cool can backfire. In middle school worst years of my life Rafe and his special operation called operation R.A.F.E Rules Aren 't For Everyone.
I remember it hurting, so very much. It stabbed at me hard; I couldn't comprehend it. If only I had been more careful, more attentive, I could've prevented all of it. One of the most devastating moments in my life happened to me was all because of a simple mistake. One little slip-up caused all of it, and it all lead to a catastrophe.
My 7th grade year at the Middle School was the start of something new. I changed sports from football to cross country. I still loved football but I wanted to do something different for a change.
Middle school was extremely ardous for me . I constantly had to write essays every single night because we read one novel every week. It seemed like I could never have a break from writing. The sheer amount of homework was nerve-wracking because I never expected this much homework. I remember expressing some of my my thoughts in my journal such as how hard writing essays was and how challenging my math tests were.
I was in 6th grade and at the end of the year there wasn't an honor roll assembly and my parents didn't think I got on the honor roll. “Cameron? Why didn’t you get on the honor roll,” Mom said “You said you would get honor roll because you got a seven at the end of the year Project?!!” “I don't know I'll ask when I get into seventh grade.” Cameron Said After losing so much over that summer, I was building up anticipation and when it was about mid summer
High School Administrators and Teachers are expecting students to have their whole life planned out right out of Middle School. I never would have thought, that I would find my answer while playing softball. For me, I had struggled with the concept of knowing what I wanted to find a career in for the past three years, till I broke my finger and had a metal rod protruding out of my finger. The process of finding out what I wanted to accomplish in life started, before a softball game and my coach told all the girls that if they are hurt, not to say anything because we only had nine players.
Around Christmas of the 7th grade is when my favorite mistake took place. My math skills have always been lousy , but when I didn’t understand the work assigned I wouldn’t want to ask for help. One day I had decided to check my grades and discovered that I was failing in math. Having never failed a class before, reality set in and I established that I needed to do the one thing a hated.
I realized I wasn’t a good student my behavior inside the classroom was horrible but I could recognize I had a really good connection with my teachers even though I was super noisy in class and always laughing basically I was like a clown, until today I still talk to them as my second parents. Memorable moments in my life that I consider the scariest days and at the same time moments to celebrate was my last year in High School. De La Salle Panama is known for a lot of people as a really hard school to graduate and the hardest year is grade 12 (2014: my last year in High School). Remember moments when I was studying and I took me the whole night to study for my several