Leaving for College - A Heartbreaking and Bittersweet Experience
“Here’s to the nights we felt alive, here’s to the tears we knew you’d cry, here’s to goodbye, tomorrow’s gonna come too soon.” - Eve 6. I’ve heard this song many times before, but it took me so long to finally understand the real meaning behind it. The last night I spent in Tucson before moving away to college has proved to be the most heartbreaking and bittersweet life experience I’ve ever had to endure, yet it is also my fondest memory of home. I wanted that night to last forever because I never wanted to see tomorrow come.
August twentieth was my last night in Tucson. The last night I had to spend with my family, my friends, and my dog. That would be my last night to spend in my own house, with my own personal bathroom, and a big bed. That would also be my last night to pack all of my important material possessions and then downsizing because my dorm room probably wouldn’t hold everything I thought I “needed.”
The night began with that afternoon at what we call the “G.R. Party.” This is commonly known as a good riddance party. My parents, extended family, and friends gathered together inside my home for my last dinner. All the males were, of course assembled by the grill cooking our wonderful all American feast of hamburgers, barbeque chicken, and hot dogs. Most of the women were mingling with each other, each one almost in tears listening to others talk about how hard “letting go” of their own children would be and fearing the next few days when my friends would be away to different colleges. My friends and I were busy talking amongst ourselves and watching my younger cousins dazzle us in the pool with their most recent dive or trick. Finally, someone...
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... ever had to do. Who knew it would be so difficult to leave those people who shaped the person you are today? I had to face the people that I loved so much and say good bye. I knew I would see them again, but somehow that wasn’t a comforting thought. The only thing I could seem to think of was how hard it was to leave and how excruciating it felt. This experience has left a huge impression on my life. I realized how much I love my life and the people in it. I recognized the fact that this was me, growing up and becoming an adult. I also finally understood the meaning of “family.” Even though I was leaving my home of eighteen years, I knew I still had a wonderful place to return to.
That chapter of my life ended beyond perfectly. Although that night was somewhat depressing it was also filled with fun, laughter, and love. It is by far, my favorite memory of home.
It was a few days before I left for school and my best friend, Kate, was throwing a good-bye party for our group of friends. I was so excited for this bash seeing that it would be the last time our group would be together for a while. It was a time for all of us to move on and embark upon futures that held so much for all of us, and to say farewell to the people and memories that had shaped us.
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The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
Antibiotic resistance in the elderly is amongst one of the most urgent public health issues in healthcare. In the long term healthcare setting it is estimated that antibiotic treatment cost approximately $38 million to $ 137 million per year (CDC, 2013). The purpose of this paper is to identify clinical practices associated with antibiotic resistance in patients in long-term care facilities with urinary tract infections, different treatment options, and the prevalence of antibiotic resistance. The identified research reports will be analyzed and assessed in relation to the selected PICO question: in nursing home patients with UTIs what are the effects of treating the infection with antibiotics compared to not treating the infection with any antibiotic and how can it help reduce the incidence of antibiotic resistance?
My last day seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye. My “Last Day in Palm Springs”. I couldn’t really spend the day doing what I wanted. There was no time for nostalgia or goodbyes. I spent all my time moving the boxes to the moving truck. One at a time, I stripped my childhood home of everything that made it my childhood home. You never realize how few your belongings are until you pack it all up. Finally, we were off. Driving on the highway all day long and through the dat is such a romanticized concept, but the actual reality of it is very different. There I was, stuck with my whole family in a car that was far too small for a family of four. The trip was supposed to take only 8 hours but we ended up driving for around 11 unbearable hours. I was asleep for the last leg of the trip but I was awoken from my uncomfortable slumber by my family’s voices. There was a crick in my neck, my arms had red marks from the seatbelt, and I felt like I was going to collapse if anything even touched me. I forgot all about that, though, when I looked out the window. The sun was just starting to emerge from the horizon, bathing the whole place in a golden glow. The air wafting through my window was a far contrast from the dry heat in Palm Springs. It was a serene environment that made me forget about everything. The next thing I knew, we had arrived at my aunt’s home. There was actual one good thing
A catheter is a long and narrow tube that is inserted through the urethra and into the urinary bladder. Under healthy conditions the inside of a urinary bladder is clean and sterile. Bacteria normally tend to hang around the urethra, but no harmful bacteria or any other type of microorganism that can be found in the bladder, and there is no way that they can enter the bladder. During a procedure when a catheter is inserted into a patient, bacteria can be picked up by the catheter and taken inside the bladder which can cause an infection. This type of contraction is the most common to occur in patients. Another way in which a UTI can occur is from a fungus, Candida. This mostly affects patients whose immune system is not in the best working condition, therefore putting them at risk. The continuous use of antibiotics has an effect on weakening the immune system which then harbors this fungus.
A urinary tract infection is a very common infection that can happen to anybody. A urinary tract infection usually occurs when bacteria enters the urethra and multiples in the urinary system. The Urinary tract includes the kidneys, the thin tubes that carry urine from the kidneys to the bladder (ureters), and the main tube that carries the urine from the bladder (urethra). Women, men, and children are all immune to this infection. Women have the highest chances of getting it. In the Urinary tract, the main links of the ureters help get rid of any bacteria that tries to enter the urine, and the bladder helps prevent urine from backing up into the kidneys.
It was very hard for me to leave my family and friends behind, it was even harder to leave my childhood home. I still remember the looks on my families faces when I told them the news, I hated to leave them like that, so clueless. However, I know this was for a good cause, so I won’t blame myself for leaving them. I’m thankful I got out of my old home, but I can’t ignore the fact that I miss my friend’s company, I also can’t seem to get my mom's and dad’s voices out of my head. Man, I miss them, but I’m glad I got my children and my pets away from there. Now I finally get to give them the life they deserve.
On June 27, 2015, my entire life flashed before my eyes. I never could have anticipated what that particular day had in store for me and my best friend, Virginia. It was the day after my birthday and I felt the excitement built up in my chest as we drove to Charleston, South Carolina to celebrate on the beach. It was our last summer together before we both headed off to college and all I hoped for were a few last joyful moments spent soaking up the sun before we had to part ways. I thought the trip would be unforgettable, and I was right.
Going away to college was very hard for me. I had never been away at camp before, so going away to college was the first time I would be leaving home for more then just a night for a sleep over. I still remember that the first night at my dorm I cried for hours and contemplated calling my parents at two in the morning and telling them I made a terrible mistake and I wanted to come home. For some reason, that as I senior I still do not know myself, I stayed but was miserable my freshmen year. I went home every weekend, and hated school because I was not making friends and it was like déjà vu with my freshmen year of high school. I also did not have a great relationship with my roommates, which did not help. I lived in seminary so it was three girls, and since my roommates were so close I was the odd ball out which is never fun.
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Suicide has become a critical, national problem and the extent of this is mind-boggling. Suicides have been proven to be one of the leading causes of death among college students. According to Webters dictionary “suicide is the act killing oneself on purpose”. It derived from the Latin sui, meaning “self”, and caedere, which means “to kill”. But this is just a definition, because an actual suicide holds different meanings to people such as tragic, shocking, a relief, a cry for help, a shame, heroic, the right choice, punishment, revenge, protest, anger, a mistake, desperate, hurtful and many more. But why do people, like college students who have their entire future ahead of them, simply give up hope and turn their heads away from life and commit suicide. There are several causes of suicide, recent incidents of suicide on college campuses, warning signs from a suicidal. I blame the Constitution and the United States law for not taking any hard initiative on the subject of suicide. I also impose the choice of the media, which is reflecting and portraying suicide towards a wrong direction. However most important questions remain: can the growing epidemic of suicide be solved, what are communities doing about it and what can they do to help?
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
... needed to savor the moment with my brother before I turned around and he was gone. I opened the doors to see my brother standing there arms opened wide. His embrace and the love he showed me was one that could be felt among anyone standing there, kind of like a ripple after a pebble has been tossed in the water. How could I ever let go? “I’ll be okay, Kara, and I’ll see you sooner than you know it.” he reassured me as I started to pull away. As I walked to the elevator I turned around and saw him standing there lifting his hand to wave me goodbye. The moment was touching enough to make any person cry, and that was the last time I saw my brother for eight weeks. This impacted a lot of who I am today. I learned to not take things for granted, especially family. This has taught me to live in the moment and appreciate everything in life, no matter how big or how small.