A Day in My Life
My alarm clock starts beeping at 7:15 exactly and I groan and try to
imagine that it isn't there. When the noise doesn't stop I roll over
and hurl the unlucky object across the room. It invariably hits a
precariously balanced pile of books or CD's and they invariably come
crashing down, adding to the scene of devastation that is my bedroom
floor. I then slowly drift off to sleep again; until, twenty minuets
later, I am rudely awakened by my mum's voice shouting: "Danny you'll
be late for school!".
I turn over looking for my alarm clock and, realising that it's no
longer a foot away from my right ear but at the other side of the
room, I slowly climb out of my bed and get dressed.
Breakfast is usually a bowl of four Wheetabix piled high with sugar
and a cup of coffee. About half way through my Wheetabix, the doorbell
rings. I shovel in the remainder of my food and rush upstairs to clean
my teeth.
It's Fraser at the door. He insists that if I'm not ready buy
eight-twenty then we must try and get a lift from my mum. My mum,
understandably, doesn't like this and I get the blame.
So I rush about trying to find, amongst other things, my English book
or triple science textbook.
I'm ready by 8:20 and Fraser and I enjoy a fairly leisurely walk to
school.
Our topics of conversation are, to say the least, varied. One minute
we may be talking about the football match last night and the next we
may be discussing the pros and cons of Captain Scarlets new
anti-Mysteron weapon.
After the fifteen-minute stroll, we arrive at school where we proceed
to take the longest route possible to our tutor room. Why t...
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... My ATC uniform, (which consists of two shirts, a pair of trousers, a
jumper and some highly polished black leather DMS shoes; along with my
Waterproof jacket, my 'GP' Jacket and my Corporals stripes), occupies
the only tidy part of my bedroom.
If it is not a Monday or Thursday, however, I banish all thoughts of
the ATC from my brain and sit down to some horribly overdue homework
or go online and browse some websites on JavaScript while chatting to
six different people at once (one of whom I don't know at all but
whose name, I have discovered, is Tom).
At about nine thirty I go downstairs and either eat, watch TV or read
for half an hour or so. At about ten-fifteen I retire to bed and
either fall asleep directly or read for fifteen minutes and the drop
off. Either way, I am usually fast asleep by eleven o'clock.
At a young age, I witnessed my younger brother lodge an eraser in his ear and later have it removed by a doctor. A year later he had tubes inserted and a year or so after that, I saw those tubes fall out of his head. Besides thinking that my younger brother was really a robot with metal parts falling out of his brain, it was where my fascination of the human ear began. Since then I’ve helped my grandfather and father with their hearing aids, especially replacing the small batteries which was difficult for their large farmers’ hands. I’ve also observed my older sister, an Audiologist in California, for two weeks as she worked with patients, letting me do hearing aid cleanings, help with sales, file patient records, observe ear molds being
...ut a 7 years old girl which loss her ability to understand speech. She had a normal hearing and understood various environmental sounds. Her brain was computerized using axial tomography but the result was normal. But electroencephalogram showed wave activity from her left side of the temporal leads. She was diagnose as having verbal auditory agnosia. The treatment consisted of diazepam therapy. Diazepam therapy orally began with taking 2 mg diazepam every day. Diazepam is commonly used to treat anxiety,panic attacks,insomnia and some other medical issues. One year later, her impaired auditory was dramatically improved. The dichotic listening test revealed a left ear advantage for both environmental sounds and spoken words. The results seemed to suggest that in this patient the right hemisphere might be functioning as a speech center instead of the left one.
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Derrick joined his school football team in seventh grade. His mother, a nurse, was extremely hesitant because she did not want Coleman’s hearing to decrease again. However, his father wanted to let him play, claiming that it would be a great chance at normalcy and release from his aggression. After an MRI was completed and proved football would not harm his hearing worse, he was finally allowed to p...
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
went to class I was excited to be their. We never knew what Mrs. Oehler had up
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So, I kept pulling at the band hoping to loosen it up. It also was weird
have to talk out of a microphone in you’re neck, and could cause constant Bronchitis.
“I love you.I love you too.” Those are the words I will hear my parents say to each other every morning. Up until my seventh grade year , my life was pretty close to perfection. My parents would wake my sister up for school. We would wake up early in the morning to pray as a family.After prayer, my Mom will make breakfast. My Dad would gather my sister and I to set the table , then we would eat as a family and day would get started. Dad would go off and drive to work. My Mom would drop my sister and I at school then she would go off to work. Everything slowly started to change once I got to middle school. My Dad didn’t start coming home to till really late. I never really went to sleep. Occasionally, I would look out my
All of these characteristics are not unusual or our of ordinary, this has been the tradition for hundreds of ears and as far as I can see it will still remain the same.
Live for Today Tomorrow, the day after today. It is an indefinite time in the future. One question many people have on their minds is, what does tomorrow hold in store for me? What “if tomorrow never comes”, in the words of a song by the country artist, Garth Brooks. Could I say I finished everything I started, or did I accomplish everything that I always wanted to do, but never did for fear of it being too risky?
I was in my final year at high-school. I was only seventeen and the pressure of knowing that the outcome of school results would determine my whole life ahead finally got to me. I snapped. One day, in the absence of my parents, I ran away from home, hoping never to return.
All of us can probably point to one or two defining moments in our life. Mine came when I was running across a rooftop with a gun pointed at my back. Something inside me snapped and I just knew I didn't want this to be my life. I stopped running.