Personal Narrative: Recess In High School

What that teacher said prompted many doctors appointments and tests and speech therapies. That is a lot for a fourth grader to take on. One doctor told my mom I had aspergers and that I would never make it anywhere just as my teacher had told me. My mom was not going to take that answer, she took me to a specialist who diagnosed me with something else. What this doctor diagnosed me with fit much better and explained a lot to my mom and I.

However, Rosa’s relationship with Liesel changed toward the end of the movie, allowing herself to show the more loving side of herself twice. First she interacted with Liesel, Hans and Max joining in to the snowball fight and afterwards making the snowman, though after, she tried to cover it up saying it was the “stupidest thing she had ever done”. Rosa also showed her softer side visiting Liesel’s school to tell her of Max’s recovery. Rosa could have waited until Liesel got out of school, but she knew how much Liesel cared about Max. When Rosa first entered Liesel’s classroom, everyone was stiff, as they knew of Rosa’s reputation of sternness.

I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.

So when he pulled over at the hospital, he was arrested and then questioned as Rain was frantically rushed to the ER. When they found out she had broken her hip, social services was called to take Cap while Rain did rehab. The agent on the case was Mrs.Donnelly who was once a flower child herself. She moved to garland when she was little and then a moved out after a few years. She felt bad for cap because she knew what it was like to move to the real world and attend a public school, so she took him into her home out of the kindness of her heart.

I was not smart at all at the moment, I didn’t think about what I was doing at all. The firefighters then came and questioned me after the neighbors saw smoke coming out of the woods. The firefighters came to my house and told me and my parents that I had to go to a class that was going to teach me a lesson on not to play with fire. That day my parents were so mad, they yelled at me and I dropped to tears. After that moment I regretted everything I did and I had to go to the fire classes everyday.

Amandeep’s situation was a bit different from mine. In my situation blame goes on all levels of health care; for instance, the patient I took care, had to go for his selective surgery even though he was not in situation for this surgery. His wife was terminally sick and was transferred in palliative care a day after he transferred to rehab unit. When he arrived rehab unit, nurses explained him that usually in rehab there are no passes allowed until the vehicle transfer assessments are done by the therapist. Due to the nurses’ heavy workload, they were being more task focused, the patient was not being heard or being asked why he was anxious or uncomfortable.

It would become more painful every time she would move or bend my finger. After she was done examining my finger, she called my father and told him what had happened, then he decided to take me in to the doctor. He arrived at the school, talks to the nurse, I signed out, and we were on the way to the doctors. “It 's probably just sprained. Sprains do hurt worse the breaks yanno.” my father explained.

Greeting us was a security guard in a tacky tan uniform asking my mom for her ID and the reason for the visit. Couldn’t he see a young girl was dying right before his eyes? At 12 years old, I was very dramatic a pre-teen with all the problems in the world. Moments after, I was taken to the back and finally, I knew my prayers would be answered. But was I wrong pain still at a level 9 and this nurse was asking me simple questions like “How are you doing this afternoon”, “what happened to you and how long ago”, “Have you eaten yet?”, “My name and my age”, “what school I went to”.

On my first day of kindergarten my mom took me to school. She walked me to class and stayed with me for a few minutes then she had to leave to go to work. I was okay for a little while then I started crying. I did not have my mom around and I did not have my grandmother around. My teacher let me call my mom and my mom told me “I was a big boy, I have to go to school and that everything would be ok, stop crying and that she loved me”.

Due to the circumstance, that I stated early, I as unable to watch her birth. So, then the nursing staff at NJC work hard to find me another mother. However; this mother did not want me to participate in the birth of her child. I finally had the chance to watch a C-section birth from a patient that just happened to agree to let me participate in her labor and

I called my husband he didn 't pick up I 'm all lonely and I don 't know what to do, so I called the neighbors to take care of my son. I went to the school and there she was lying down on the floor not moving or waking up. I picked Bailey up set her in the rear seat and drove her to the emergency room. The doctor took her to the technician 's room, and he told me that when she wakes up, they will take a test in the MRI machine. The technician said “the people do go nuts in the MRI machine," I said “Bailey will be fine.” After I said that Bailey said her usual “mom” phrase for when I embarrass her.

I wanted to stay in the hospital to wait for my mom to get out of surgery but both my parents said their wish was for me to still attend school that day. It was very tough to focus in school, but I know I still tried my hardest. The week of her surgery, I distanced myself from friends and cried when no one was around while holding onto my phone for when my dad would text me with updates on how she was doing. My mom 's surgery was very successful, and she finally came home the day before Thanksgiving. My family and I usually don 't do much for Thanksgiving.

Mindi had been hoping that it had been just a little pull in a muscle or maybe a slight sprain. Dunaway had reached the x ray room and got all of her x rays done. Once the x rays were done, Dunaway and Mindi were then transferred into the waiting room to get results. The nurse came back with a big box, Mindi and her daughter had exchanged looks and Dunaway said, “This can’t be good.” Mindi agreed and just sat there nervously. The nurse smiled gently and gestured to the big box that she was carrying.

Eventually the doctor came out to talk to my mom. He explained to my mom that I had a contusion behind my eye, my skull had a hairline fracture, and my brain was swelling. Upon hearing this news my mom fell to the floor crying. To even make it worse the doctor told my mom there was nothing they could do and I would have to be airlifted to the children’s hospital in Grand

The claimant in this matter is a teacher who at the time of her alleged injury was out of work on a non work related shoulder injury. She appeared on school grounds and alleges that she fell off of a sidewalk injuring her right fifth metacarpal. Apparently, she suffered a minor non displaced fracture of the right fifth metacarpal. When questioned as to why she was on the school premises she told the building principal, Mary Beth Hammond, she was there to do her grades. Ms. Hammond reminded her that she could complete her grading at home and she seemed to be aware of that.