When I first walked into Freedom Middle School, there were a lot of clubs to choose from. I just couldn’t make up my mind. Then I caught sight of the orchestra room. It was full of interesting instruments, and enthusiastic hominids, like me, ready to learn. At first I assumed it was not the correct choice for me, but then I got a feel for it and realized how inspiring and life eventful it is.
This system makes use of two Microcontrollers, one at wheel chair and other installed in the house. The system with wheel chair has a speech recognition module, RF transmitter and DC motors interfaced to it. The Microcontroller gets the voice based input and judges it whether the command is to control wheel chair or electrical devices. If the command is to control wheel chair, it acts accordingly on the DC motors interfaced to it. If the command is for controlling electrical devices, it sends the data using RF transmitter interfaced to it.
YOU MADE MOM FORGET US I CAN 'T BELIEVE YOU 'D DO THAT SHE WAS MY ONLY FAMILY LEFT! I was so mad that I punched him in the nose and ran somewhere out of there but everything looked the same so I used my senses. I pulled scissors out of my pocket and began to mark every turn I do so that I know if I passed it I would go back. When I came to a turn I saw two men there so I turned back and saw my brother and then something was in my neck. And everything went
Everything changed and my life got crushed in pieces when I was 10 years old and my grandmother died. She died due to the lack of care and knowledge of the Russian doctors, who weren’t able to help with a disease (meningitis) that could have been easily cured if they would have had at least a simple interest in helping! My mom was of course heartbroken, and everyone seemed to realize how terrifying it is for her, but no one was really there for me. I was all alone, dealing with the death of one of the most important persons in my life. She was gone, and I had no one by my side that I felt confident enough to share with.
The inferior lobe, lower part, of my left lung is scar tissue and I don’t get as much as oxygen as the “normal” person does. I spent a large amount of time in the hospital in an oxygen tent during the first few years of my life. The doctors put me on a transplant list, but, my mom argued with the doctors and told them that she didn’t want me to have a transplant. When I was three, I received a diagnosis of asthma. This new diagnosis led to more hospital time, more medications and more doctors informing my mom I needed a transplant, still, she resisted.
It felt like I wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything, the idea of being stuck in one place not moving was like I was trapped in quick sand. The more I struggled the deeper I got, until I could not breathe. My family had tried to send me to school before and I had done fine for a few years. But I started to feel like I was suffocating and anxious there too.
As a director, I believe all these theories are useful to learn so that I can have as many options of working as possible. Also in the theatre world, it will be helpful to know these so when other artists talk about how they were trained and other uses of style I can fully understand that. Side note, I did a rasabox workshop in high school and I thought it was such an amazing tool. When I found out that Paula Cole invented it, I freaked out in excitement so I’d love to learn from her about this
He ended up back in the hospital but not for that reason, the doctors said he had pneumonia, which was a shock. His mental status got a lot worse, he cried and cried. All he kept saying was ”they’re bringing my son home in a box.” The doctors said that he was going to need a lot of therapy. On Monday June 27th my daddy was discharged from the hospital. I actually went home for the very first time since by brother passed that night, but I wished I never did.