Personal Narrative: Words Can Hurt

Today was another busy but fulfilling day. I got checked off with my head-to-toe assessment. I followed my regular nurse, Nurse Clea. Since I mostly knew the routines of my patients, I started by doing rounds. I checked my patients one by one to see if they were stable and responsive. With Nurse Dre Dre, the night nurse, I got to do suctioning, tracheotomy care and start feedings. I feel like I’m getting confidently effective with my communication skills everyday that my I’m learning and enhancing my nursing skills. I was able to educate a family member who was not wearing protective equipment inside an isolation room the importance of wearing one to prevent the spread of infections and promote wellness.

We are often told that it’s ok to be different. My younger version would definitely agree. Growing up Indian, I had the benefit of teachers repeating instructions a bit louder and slower. I never worried about getting injured on the baseball field, because I got to sit on the bench. My parents never had to worry about driving me to sleepovers, though I was seemingly friends with everyone in school.

Every week I would drive one hundred miles round trip to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital. I would consult with numerous specialized doctors that I had waited months to secure an appointment with. Doctor appointments became my new normal. I was informed that I had a rare genetic disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. This diagnosis would leave me to test my resilience and it would also make me grow up quickly to manage the new responsibilities of balancing health and school.

Ever since i was able to talk and walk I have been a die hard IU fan and now that I am a senior i am one step away from possibly attending my dream school. As an undergraduate i plan on pursuing a business career that would allow myself to reach and receive a Bachelors degree with a major in Business Operations while obtaining a Marketing Minor which will authorize me to move on and reach my goal of owning my own business in more specific terms owning a Chick-Fil-A. Ive been working at Chick Fil A since I was fifteen and have recently been promoted to the management team which I am very humbled by since I am only sixteen.

“Nothing is said of the silence that comes to separate the boy from his parents” (Rodriguez 69”). Silence. Silence is powerful. Silence, in a dramatic movie to make someone sit on the edge of their seat wondering what is about to happen. Silence, at a funeral of a loved one to grieve for the loss. Silence of the child who is witnessing their mother talking with the teacher about their bad behavior and thinking in their head “oh boy I’m going to be in trouble”. The silence of the kid who was bullied for several years. That last sentence about silence, that was about me. Once I hit the third grade, the silence had begun. Since kindergarten my best friend was a girl, and at that age most the time boys had boy best friends and girls had girl best friends, but

I didn’t want to be someone who ignored problems or created them, I wanted to help put an end to them. I stood up to her bullies, leading to me stand my ground when I needed too. I realized that I could've become a tormentor instead of a helper. It was then that I decided that I would help those who are bullied and stand up for what is right. These instances throughout school can spread like a wildfire but reaching out a hand to another can help to put it out. That one day, changed both of our lives and I made a new friend. Someone who could join me in my book and tea times and a person who would be my lifelong

My favorite quote from Jackie Robinson is, “above everything else, I hate to lose.” That perfectly sums up my attitude towards grades, and for me, any final grade below 90, is losing. Using determination and commitment, I was able to win, and not lose, in the first semester of my freshman year.

In life, you can go through a lot but only a few people actually can bounce back. In High School I’ve gone through many trials and tribulations to get to the point I’m at now. I’ve been held to high standards based on the classes I’ve taken. My Honors classes built the foundation for me to start challenging myself and kill the procrastination problem I possessed in my young academic career. The Honors classes prepared me for the Advanced Placement classes that were offered. My junior year I took on the challenge by taking Language and Composition then also taking United States History. That gave me the confidence to double my load with adding on 2 more AP classes to my schedule which is a challenge but I think there’s much worse than four AP classes. As you go you learn that if you set your mind on doing a certain thing anything is possible to overcome.

Throughout Middle school I went to counseling and anger management. I went all of fifth , sixth , and seventh grade in hopes that I would learn to treat others with respect. I was so disrespectful that i could remember throwing books at teachers and mouthing off to them in the fifth grade. I continued to go through consulting but also continued to disrespects others as a result I ended up

A four year ago, I moved from Ethiopia to United State. When I was little I always wanted to go school in the U.S., so, we moved the summer before my freshman year in high school. I was enjoying summer, I visited my sibling in Washington and spend half of my summer in their house, I loved it. School started in August that year and I was excited. After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. 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.

I have experienced being under many labels. With all of these labels the excruciating painful times were harder when I was just finding out that I was adopted wondering “do my birth parents even love me”, “who is my real parent”, and “why didn’t she want me”. When I was in elementary school I was labeled with a speech disability. School became a big issue in my life. I was so hurt when I had to present in front of the class. Students would make fun of me but what left a laceration on my heart, mind, and soul was when my teachers would say “you will never make it” and “you are retarded”. Teachers would exclude me from activities because they thought I wasn’t smart enough. Have you ever been lost and hurt at the same time?

Hey there, my name is Calvin Coolidge. Yes, if you are wondering I am the 30th president of the United States of America.I had a very interesting life I like to think. But instead of just saying this, why don’t I tell you about it. I think just like any story we should start at the beginning.

The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest.

He would sometimes wait for me to get done with school to pick on me. He used to call me mean names when we walked passed each other as he shoved me like it was on accident, even though I knew he did it on purpose and that he intended to hurt my feeling. One day he would say he was my friend if I gave him an answer or two but the next he would act like nothing even happened the day before. He treated me like I was trash left to be feeling like I was the only person in this world that had a “Friend” like that. I didn’t tell anyone for a while. Not my teachers, siblings, or even my family. My parents still don’t even know. My other friends at that time never really understood that I was getting bullied but that’s because I didn’t tell them either. It was really complicated because whenever someone saw that I was down and they asked if anything was wrong, I would act like nothing had happened the rest of the day but inside, only I knew that I was being bullied in the sixth grade.

School is one of the most memorable moments you will experience in your life, are those moments when you find a second family in your life called “classmates”, they start being strangers to classmates, classmates to friends and friends to brothers and sisters, you spent every single day of your life for more or less 2 years of your life that you start to know them more than anybody.