Personal Narrative: Latin Weekly Testing

After that, I went back to my room and threw up a few times. The acidic, bitter taste in my mouth was not my favorite in the world. Every time I threw up I waited for my stomach ache to stop and lighten up, but it never left. Finally, my dad came to the hospital. It seemed like years ago when I last saw him, but really it was only two days before.

Unfortunately I only got through day one of the program because I injured my toe which has sidelined me. The day I did of the program was very long and took approximately 3 hours and 15 minutes. I will likely make adjustments to the training program to make it shorter. The 21 day program felt very productive. I did a lot of challenging drills which were pushing my skills to the limit.

Tragedy struck again and again that month. Grieving and sad I arrived at camp Sealth ill, fighting off night fevers, waking up covered in sweat, and wearing 3 or four layers of clothing at a time. If it wasn 't for Rocket I do not know how my first week would have gone. I had a positive, extremely capable mentor, who took me, not at my A game, and shaped me into a better intern that week. There was still a lot to learn, but I left that week feeling fulfilled, and healthy.

Suddenly I was not very hungry anymore and I was kind of grossed out, but I had to eat it because I felt bad that I made my mom make all that food for us again. As I put that spoon full of Jell-O in my mouth I instantly regretted it because I was just gagging everywhere. I left the food and ate something else not thinking much about it. A few weeks later my mother made it again and I also could not eat it, it just made me feel nauseous just by looking at it. Since then, I have not had any type of Jell-O what so ever and I avoid it everywhere I go.

While at Nashoba, I have only had a few classes that have caused so much distress as my freshman World History class. I left eighth grade with a huge ego in history, but that was middle school and Mr. Sakellarion’s class was a whole new ballpark. Looking back, I should have dropped to accelerated and gotten an easy a, but my pride and love for that class got the better of me, and my grade. For those of you who were wise enough to stick with accelerated, Mr. Sakellarion’s tests and quizzes caused severe anxiety, breakdowns and stress from most of his students, however the day to day classes made that stress worthwhile. From the first test up until the final I struggled in that class, scraping by with mostly C’s and the rare and glorified B

I had a BMI of 37 going into my freshman year of college and my physician warned me numerous times to change my lifestyle. I dismissed their warnings with youthful ignorance. However, there I was laboring away on that treadmill, with only one response to those thoughts begging me to quit, “This pain is nothing compared to how you felt that day.” My dad was never out of shape, but he also wasn’t as healthy as his physician asked him to be. That fact did nothing to stop the heart attack he suffered months before my freshman year at Iowa. There laid my dad, unconscious with tubes protruding

My medical event began when I was sixteen months old according to my mother. I was very ill and she thought I had eaten too much corn and had a tummy ache. Through my life I had problems with my right side and many diagnoses. Doctors diagnosed me with everything from chronic appendicitis to colitis to nothing. My parents were told by several doctors there was nothing wrong with me.

When I first showed interest in math in the 5th grade my parents laughed; middle school was even worse. Incoming 6th graders were given a test on the second day of school and depending on their scores were placed into a high or low speed math class. I was put in the slow speed math and missed a lot of class my first year, as a result my grade drifted from a B to a C to a C-, then I got help. I knew I liked math and I didn’t want to do bad in it so I bought books and hired my older brother to help me. I eventually made it to a B+.

It all began, my last semester as a community college student, I was very anxious to start my last classes and finally be able to graduate. I remember waking up the first day of class and feeling my emotions rush all over the place, as I began my last couple of months at Porterville Community College. being really excited to take the last classes before graduating, but like always I left the toughest subject for last. I’ve never considered myself a good writer and this class made me remember that everyday. This class was English 101A with professor Stern, he is a very tall man with a big beard, and he has the type of personality that intimidates you right away.

In September of my Senior year, almost exactly a year to date from my first concussion, I was on a bus which swerved sharply, and my head hit a partition wall. I was diagnosed with a second concussion. I couldn 't believe it - but I also knew what I had to do to recover quickly and strongly. I missed 4 days of school before returning and attending a few half days to stay on top of my class material. My most difficult class, Economics, was particularly challenging, and while I enjoyed my teacher, I found him very intimidating.

I was hospitalized for over a week and missed a significant amount of school. Due to procedures and multiple appointments, I had missed around seventy days in one year. Even though I had a 504 Plan that excused my absences, I was still stressed. Getting an education has always been extremely important to me and being behind upset me. I had an abundance of work that needed to be done and I pushed through.

Soon came therapy;The most boring and uncomfortable thing someone could experience. 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..

Good Morning! I am Thea Sierra the author of “NMH!” which stands for No More Homework. I probably look like a crack addict right now, but just so you guys know I have been drinking too much coffee to keep myself awake for the past months. Yes, that is my reality which is why I wrote this beauty (refer to the book). I wrote this book because teachers sometimes neglect our right to rest and leisure when they give overflowing amounts of homework which is against article 24 of the universal declaration of human rights.

All of the ridicules that his classmates said to him soon developed a low self-worth and a very violent and uncontrollable temper. Dr. Benjamin Carson’s mother (Sonya Carson) made him read two library books and write a handwritten report on the books he read every single week even though Ben Carson resented all the strict regimens. After a good several weeks of his mother’s unrelenting position, Ben began to find enjoyment in reading books which led to his increasing desire of books and knowledge. So this led to amazing his teachers and classmates with his improvement which the students didn’t really ridicule him as much anymore. Ben soon recalled several years later that he wasn 't stupid and within a year he was at the top of his classes.

Medieval Crusades Inquiry Question: How did the crusades impact the Catholic Knights? Today is a particularly bad, the seas are rough and my good friend Robert is very sea sick. We have been at sea for about two weeks but its hard to keep track because I 'm not entirely sure where we are, all I know for certain is that at midday every day we head back to land to load our ship with more water and food. We all have to get off and help load the ship but I can hear people moaning because they have blisters on their hands and the handles of the buckets are made of rope and it rubs. Yesterday was very eventful because two of the soldiers go into a fight and it ended with someone dying.