Friday, October 30, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Coming Of Age Essay (Final)
Fearing the thoughts of other people is experienced in every teenager. Before and in the beginning freshman year I would always care too much about what other people thought of me. With over thinking about my effect on people made me more scared of doing many things. And to this day I regret it, I was too shy and I have missed out on a lot of things because of that. Then came along the extra baggage I had to lug around that’s called “The Boot”.
It was called Osteochondral lesions of the talus. It is basically a part of my ankle bone had died because there was not enough blood flowing to that part of it. When the doctor came in the room and gave me the news that I couldn't play any sports this year my heart dropped. I felt like shit, I had to remain crippled for most of the year. I remember sitting in the doctor's office with tears coming down my face, while my mom was talking to my doctor in shock. Saying “ No doctor that can’t be true, the test results must be wrong.” Having the boot was a big learning curve for me. I remember the first week after I had received the news that I was still in shock like “I cannot believe this is happening to me”, “what am I gonna do?”, “What are people gonna think of me?” then, In the second week that I was more mad, like I would say things like “Why does it have to be me?”, “ Why couldn’t we deal with this earlier or faster?”. And by the third week I was just tired of complaining already, I realized that my foots not gonna heal faster if I continue to feel bad for myself and complain.And that I can’t feel bad for myself the whole time. Before I had the boot I couldn’t wait for anything I had no patience at all. I always wanted things done then and there I hated waiting. And things have changed by now. I would also always consciously worry about what people thought of me, It was always something that I would worry about before and I would over think about it too much. But from being in the boot people look at you and treat you differently, a lot of people treat you as if you can't do anything, or they feel really bad for you. And for me that was one of the worst parts about being in the boot. I never really liked how everyone felt bad for me because I just always kept the thought in my mind that someone out there had it worse than me and couldn't come back from it at all so they should feel bad for them instead of me. But eventually I had gotten used to how people looked at me and just didn't care anymore. And that translated to how I am without the boot, now that I am out of the boot I don't care about how I look anymore and I have more self love about myself, knowing that I am who I am and I can't change that and I shouldn't for anyone, so I should just embrace myself more now and not care about what other people think of me.
Being in the boot has taught me so much. And it has had to do a lot with who I am today. I don't care anymore about my fear about what people think of me, I can understand waiting longer and I am actually ok with waiting longer now too. But I feel like being in the boot has also brought me closer with my self and to start understanding myself better now. And I am willing to do more things and try new things now.
It was called Osteochondral lesions of the talus. It is basically a part of my ankle bone had died because there was not enough blood flowing to that part of it. When the doctor came in the room and gave me the news that I couldn't play any sports this year my heart dropped. I felt like shit, I had to remain crippled for most of the year. I remember sitting in the doctor's office with tears coming down my face, while my mom was talking to my doctor in shock. Saying “ No doctor that can’t be true, the test results must be wrong.” Having the boot was a big learning curve for me. I remember the first week after I had received the news that I was still in shock like “I cannot believe this is happening to me”, “what am I gonna do?”, “What are people gonna think of me?” then, In the second week that I was more mad, like I would say things like “Why does it have to be me?”, “ Why couldn’t we deal with this earlier or faster?”. And by the third week I was just tired of complaining already, I realized that my foots not gonna heal faster if I continue to feel bad for myself and complain.And that I can’t feel bad for myself the whole time. Before I had the boot I couldn’t wait for anything I had no patience at all. I always wanted things done then and there I hated waiting. And things have changed by now. I would also always consciously worry about what people thought of me, It was always something that I would worry about before and I would over think about it too much. But from being in the boot people look at you and treat you differently, a lot of people treat you as if you can't do anything, or they feel really bad for you. And for me that was one of the worst parts about being in the boot. I never really liked how everyone felt bad for me because I just always kept the thought in my mind that someone out there had it worse than me and couldn't come back from it at all so they should feel bad for them instead of me. But eventually I had gotten used to how people looked at me and just didn't care anymore. And that translated to how I am without the boot, now that I am out of the boot I don't care about how I look anymore and I have more self love about myself, knowing that I am who I am and I can't change that and I shouldn't for anyone, so I should just embrace myself more now and not care about what other people think of me.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Abstract & Concrete Paragraphs
What was hoping to be a great day turned into a horrible one. It was the third a final day of bid sales for winter fan. I had been too late the first two days to even get a ticket, Because I am so small that while I raced to get in line I got thrown around and pushed to the side by everyone. But this time I was determined to get a ticket, all of my other friends had already gotten theirs so i wasn't going to be the only one not going. 5 Min before the class bell rang I tightened my shoes and waited anxiously by the door. I had a good feeling about it this time. I sprinted like I never had before to get into line. I was the 10th one in line. I kept moving closer and closer. Then it finally became my turn. But thats when the disaster struck. I went to grab my form and check. But it wasn't there! I was the only one that didn't go to winter fan,
I was fed up! It was my granddaughters 7th birthday party. The party was full of fun and joy there were multiple bounce houses with many games to play for the kids too. And I made cookies for everyone. But it seemed as if no one liked it. At first they kept their mouths shut and didn't say anything at all about it. But then came the first person to tell me that they didnt' like my cookies at all. Naturally it hurt my felling but I brushed it all fairly easily. And then came the second person to tell me that they didn't like my cookies, Then one after another one after another, everyone started to tell me that they didn't like my cookies. Even my niece that I made the cookies for told me straight in the face that she doesn't Like my cookies. So I became so aggravated that I grabbed my block and shot a couple in the air.
I had received some of the worst news that a child should ever have to hear. My dad was gonna be deployed. I had loved my dad. He was my best friend, we did everything together. But when I found out that he was going to be deployed I couldn't help but to break down and start crying. I was so worried that something was gonna happen to him as he served our great country. I didn't want to know that my dad had a high chance of dying or getting severely injured. One of the things that we would always do together was play tea party with my dolls. So that he could remember that well I made sure that he drank a nice cup of hot tea and gave him one of my dolls to take with him, Then i leaped into his arms and had him carry me to the car. I was crying as I waved by to him. It was the saddest day of my life.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Coming Of Age Essay (Draft)
Fearing the thoughts of other people is experienced in every teenager. Before and in the beginning freshman year I would always care too much about what other people thought of me. And with over thinking about what people think of me made me more scared of doing many things. And to this day I regret it I was too shy and I have missed out on a lot of things because of that. But then came along the extra baggage I had to lug around that we call “The Boot”.
When I had first received the news that I couldn't play any sports this year and I had to stay in a boot for most of the school year my heart dropped. I felt like shit, I remember sitting in the doctor's office just crying. It felt as if my life was over and I couldn't do anything about it but just to wait and hopefully something good comes out of it. Being with the boot was a big learning curve for me. I remember the first week that I had received the news that I was still in shock like “I cannot believe this is happening to me”, “what am I gonna do?”, “What are people gonna think of me?” then I remember the second week that I was more mad, like I would say things like “Why does it have to be me?”, “ Why couldn’t we deal with this earlier or faster?”. And then by the third week I was just tired of complaining already, I realized that my foots not gonna heal faster if I continue to feel bad for myself and complain. And that is when I really realized that I have to learn and work on being patient. Before I had the boot I had barely any patience at all. I always wanted things or wanted things done then and there I hated waiting. But now I feel like I can wait a lot longer. But before I even had the boot I would always consciously worry about what people thought of me, It was always something that I would worry about before and I would over think about it too much. But from being in the boot people look at you and treat you differently, a lot of people treat you as if you can't do anything, or they feel really bad for you. And for me that was one of the worst parts about being in the boot. I never really liked how everyone felt bad for me because I just always kept the thought in my mind that someone out there had it worse than me and couldn't come back from it at all so they should feel bad for them instead of me. But eventually I had gotten used to how people looked at me and just didn't care anymore. And that translated to how I am without the boot, now that I am out of the boot I don't care about how I look anymore and I have more self love about myself, knowing that I am who I am and I can't change that and I shouldn't for anyone, so I should just embrace myself more now and not care about what other people think of me.
Being in the boot has taught me so much. And it has had to do a lot with who I am today. I don't care anymore about my fear about what people think of me, I can understand waiting longer and I am actually ok with waiting longer now too. But I feel like being in the boot has also brought me closer with my self and to start understanding myself better now. And I am willing to do more things and try new things now.
When I had first received the news that I couldn't play any sports this year and I had to stay in a boot for most of the school year my heart dropped. I felt like shit, I remember sitting in the doctor's office just crying. It felt as if my life was over and I couldn't do anything about it but just to wait and hopefully something good comes out of it. Being with the boot was a big learning curve for me. I remember the first week that I had received the news that I was still in shock like “I cannot believe this is happening to me”, “what am I gonna do?”, “What are people gonna think of me?” then I remember the second week that I was more mad, like I would say things like “Why does it have to be me?”, “ Why couldn’t we deal with this earlier or faster?”. And then by the third week I was just tired of complaining already, I realized that my foots not gonna heal faster if I continue to feel bad for myself and complain. And that is when I really realized that I have to learn and work on being patient. Before I had the boot I had barely any patience at all. I always wanted things or wanted things done then and there I hated waiting. But now I feel like I can wait a lot longer. But before I even had the boot I would always consciously worry about what people thought of me, It was always something that I would worry about before and I would over think about it too much. But from being in the boot people look at you and treat you differently, a lot of people treat you as if you can't do anything, or they feel really bad for you. And for me that was one of the worst parts about being in the boot. I never really liked how everyone felt bad for me because I just always kept the thought in my mind that someone out there had it worse than me and couldn't come back from it at all so they should feel bad for them instead of me. But eventually I had gotten used to how people looked at me and just didn't care anymore. And that translated to how I am without the boot, now that I am out of the boot I don't care about how I look anymore and I have more self love about myself, knowing that I am who I am and I can't change that and I shouldn't for anyone, so I should just embrace myself more now and not care about what other people think of me.
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