I was ashamed of my illness and despised the stares I got at school. The stares soon turned into bullying. Middle school can be a grueling time for preteens and being bullied for something I have no control of only made it harder. I did not think that there was anything that could help until I took the initiative to educate
It lasted for 7 months, and I was constantly working out and pushing through endless pain to begin walking, or even running again. Everyday there was an exercise to do. Some days I was all alone, trying to motivate myself to get better. Telling my parents, “I want to be done with this, I’m so tired of not being able to do what everybody else does.” I had this conversation several times with my family..
While this was expected, my emotional and mental health also took a toll. I was drained and overwhelmed after the continual spew of information from the doctors. The feelings of sickness and worry was making it hard to do much of anything, especially when at school. It was evident that constantly thinking about the problems that could arise was not helping me complete everything that had to be done. My life continued to spiral as I struggled to keep up with my physical and emotional health on top of the mountain of work expected from me.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face, I wanted to just hide myself away due to the lack of preparation I had put into my solo, especially when a bass clarinet chuckled at the fact that I messed it up. At that moment, I was determined to sit down and learn the music. During seminar the fourth week of prep, I sat in a practice room and played the rhythms repeatedly until I engrained the fingering pattern in my hands. It wasn’t easy
When I was in high school my parents separated and I needed to work. I didn’t get to participate in many clubs and groups and limited my time to school; Wrestling witch had a four hour practice every day plus matches and tournaments, and working forty hours a week. My education suffered as a result. I knew my family could not afford college and Wrestling was my only opportunity of going. I would practice and
Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
So for the whole day I was freaking out basically, weird sounds were coming about, students we 're going home sick left and right, it was just a weird week of school. So for the rest of that day my mind went back and fourth, are they real, are they not and that just kept crossing my mind at that moment. It got pretty bad to the point we 're I couldn’t really concentrate about school.
Living with ADHD, I face many obstacles in my life regarding school, work, extracurricular activities and in other aspects of my life. I was officially diagnosed with ADHD when I was in the seventh grade, but despite the diagnosis later in my life, I always experienced difficulty involving school. The main challenges I face include my homework, especially if it is an assignment I have received in advance. When it comes to working on my homework, I am never able to sit down and finish it; I am always bouncing around from subject to subject. Because of the constant bouncing around while doing my homework, the biggest problem that I face with my ADHD arises, disorganization.
Standardized testing ugh. The absolute worst part of school. Testing is so dreadful because it’s time consuming, forget consuming it’s devouring, teachers and students don’t get the graded test back fast enough, and last but definitely not least students already have to study for classroom test weekly now you want to overload their brains! This why I am against standardize test. These test have a desire to devour classroom time and brain capacity.
The meets leading up to senior state hadn’t been going very well for me and I found myself stuck with the same times I had been going all season. I had two and a half hours of practice every day and six days a week and I still wasn’t getting the results I wanted. I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong and it often left me feeling defeated and distressed. Every single time I would come home from a bad meet my dad would say to me how I can’t expect to get faster in a race if I do the same thing every time to prepare me for one.
In the mist of one of my games I was unknowingly struck with a concussion but continued to play the game. Two months had gone by before I was able to fully return to school. Overwhelmed with all the material I had missed, I simply struggled in returning. Test, quizzes, and homework from various classes began to conquer my confidence in a successful year. I soon accepted the false thoughts that consumed my determination, I had given up on the year not even half way through it.
I mentioned in the above paragraph that my father no longer experienced pain his back after the operation. However, a new setback came up; since he was in pain for months and not being able to walk upright this caused the nerves in his left leg to become damaged. I have been serving as a part time caregiver along with my mother and a professional caregiver. After my father was released from his final rehabilitation facility it has been an ongoing excruciating experience having him home. My shift for taking care of my father starts right after my mother goes to bed which is around 11:30pm.
My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.
• Jessie Jacob, South Carolina, was concussed—twice in one day—while playing high school water polo. o “At my high school, there was a stigma that surrounded people who got concussions about how they were weak or using it as an excuse to get out of things. I was a very academically-oriented person in high school who took AP classes and got straight A’s. After my injury, I could barely read and process information on my own, let alone get good grades. My school performance really suffered for about a year.
Concussions believe it or not can occur during your everyday life. It can happen during school when you're out for recess as you could get hit by a ball and take a big hit to the head. At work, you can be looking one way then see something the other way and right before your eyes you could get knocked to your back and hit your head on impact and seriously damage your brain. Most likely where you will get a concussion is playing sports because you are running around with different kids then you guys could collide and hit your heads