The past four years of my life hold both my highest of highs and my lowest of lows. High school can be a very awkward time period in a person’s life. Four years ago, I made the intimidating switch from St. Mary’s School to Algoma High School. There were certain aspects of high school which made me nervous, but academics was not one of them. I learned how to be a responsible student in my earlier years, and school had always come relatively easy to me.
I have never topped or scored above average. My upbringing was conservative middleclass with all its cultural limitations of a girl child growing up in India in the 90s. My curfew was 6 pm. I was always home by 4pm. I had many friends in school but after school had no social life.
I felt confident in my tumbling, however I had never stunted before and I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. I am very short, so the only position available for me on the team was to be a flyer. This terrified me and as the summer went on, the majority of the upperclassmen whom I had become friends with ended up quitting. It eventually got to the point where I dreaded going to practice and didn’t want cheer to distract me from my school work. I ended up resigning from cheer right before school started and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
I’ve grown up in a fairly equal family. I never saw my parents assign each other to specific jobs based on their gender. I never saw inequality in my household nor in my extended family; it was always equal. However, as I developed my own personal relationships I began to experience gender inequality. Looking back on these past four years of high school, I can easily tell you that I have grown so much as a person.
I'm still in the hospital suffering from pain while Ponyboy, Darry, and Sodapop wait in the hospital waiting room for news about Me and Dally. Eventually, a doctor emerges. He says that Dally will be okay in a few days, but that my back has been broken, and that if I survive, I will be crippled for life. Ponyboy tries not to cry when he hears this news. This can really harden my life and this will make me less sensitive to physical and emotional pain.
During high school my grades would be slipping, but no one ever asked me why or even motivated me to work harder. I would like to be that support for children one
Growing up, I had a cousin who had to have his arm and leg amputated due to cancer. We were young and visiting we didn’t understand what was going on. We wanted to ask questions, but his sickness scared us. We couldn’t imagine what he was dealing with, but we knew he was in considerable pain. My mom told us he was sick and was getting help from doctors.
You are no longer burdened with the negative situation, and in addition to that you are strengthened by a new positive force”. I began trying to always to see the good in every possible situation in an early age, growing up neither of my parents attended college, my father was not even fortunate enough to graduate high school.That being so money has always been tight around the house. Being the youngest as well, I watched my siblings struggle throughout high school and never enrolling in college because it's not something that was our main priority with bills due and food needing to be put on the table. Most of my life and till this day I watch my family struggle though this may sound like a broken record education
The PowerPoint only had a few bullet points per slide and pictures to accompany each slide. All of the information had to be memorized because no note cards were allowed. I was very comfortable giving this presentation and received a high grade as well. Over the past year I have grown more than I could ever imagine as a speaker and it was presentations such as those I had to do with FFA, at my church, and at school that helped me to improve me public speaking. I still do not enjoy public speaking but I have grown as a public speaker.
Even though he was only going to a college 30 minutes away and could visit frequently on the weekends, this specific event changed my mindset and motivated me. Before he went to college, I never really thought about my future and never really considered going to college at all. Also, I did not try hard in school nor did I study a lot on exams. I basically did not care about my grades and did not know they had an affect on my future. In addition, I have always been above average in terms of intelligence in my class, so school was not hard for me at all - but again, I was
I did not know this would be so hard to deal with, but it was. With tears in my eyes I kept questioning god why this had to be happening to me. The doctors explained to me that my baby got sick from being in my stomach so long after my water broke. I did not want to be away from her, every morning my trips to the NICU were the hardest. Seeing her with tubes, and all the stuff made me upset.
In fact, although my leg was progressively healing, my mental state began to take a dramatic decrease. I hated the feeling of helplessness being unable to do even the most simple of things by myself. Because I was torn between a constant state of depression and anxiety, my parents both agreed it was time I see a therapist. My therapist explained to me that I may be suffering from something known as post-traumatic stress disorder. Rolling the golf cart had been very traumatic to me both physically and mentally.
Cardiello reported no mental health issues as a child. She stated that she met with a counselor in school because of bullying issues. She reported no other history of mental health services. She reported no history of biologically related family members with psychiatric, drug or alcohol issues. She indicated that she is diagnosed with endometriosis, she stated that her OBGYN recommended her taking opiates however, she declined it she stated that uses marijuana medially to help deal with her mental cramps.
Also on page thirty-two, the nurse said that he was fine, but when the doctor came in she pressed his stomach and Walter screamed. The doctor immediately scheduled an appendix removal surgery. Walter said that he couldn’t do anything for a couple of weeks, on page thirty-three. He rode his bike for activity but his father came home. On page thirty-four, his father asked him if he was alright and yanked the covers back.
Both the ambulance and the police arrived at the scene and took him to Kings County Hospital but because of the long wait they went to Beth Israel. His aunt drove him and his girlfriend. At the hospital he complained about his shoulder and wrist on the left side. He doesn’t remember the hospitals instructions regarding follow up care and he never returned to the hospital. His record says he complained about back problems and that he refused immobilization but he did go to DHD Medical and Dr. Katzman.