It was a normal Memorial Day weekend in 2017. My family went to our house in Sea Isle City and we were all getting ready for a good summer. I brought my buddy Evan down for the first time and we were having a great time; fishing, boating, and going to the beach. One of our other friends, Cole, was down with his family, and we all met up one night. Evan's girlfriend (at the time), Tori, was also down in Sea Isle with her friends from school. On Saturday night, May 27th, Evan, Cole, and I went to hang out with Tori and her friends. It was a fun night, we all hung out and had a good time. The next three weeks, though, did not fare as well. On Sunday, May 28th, Evan and I were going to go out again; but I did not feel too well that night. I figured I could just take some medicine, get some sleep, and I'd be ready to go. I told Evan to go out that night and if I felt well enough, I would meet up with him. I was asleep the whole night. Later, the next day, it was time to go home. I still didn't feel too well, but I didn't want anyone driving my car home, so I pulled through. …show more content…
I still did not feel well and was in and out of a fever. Our high-school graduation was on June 6th, and I needed to be better by then. Luckily we were out of school, however, we had mandatory graduation practice for the next couple of days. I felt like I was dying. One minute I would be shivering, and then my fever would break and I would be sweating an ocean. Unfortunately, my fever would break at school during our practices. I walked into school like I just got out of the shower with my clothes on. On Thursday, June 1st, we had our final practice with a breakfast afterward. After the breakfast, there was this program where we got to go back to our elementary schools in caps and gowns and see our old teachers. I just walked through my school, high-fiving all of these little kids, infecting them with my sickness that felt like death. Everyone ended up
Finally, it’s June 3rd. Laura is going to be graduating from Silas University today with her whole family present. With Carmilla still in Toronto, Laura couldn’t wait to see her girlfriend after not being around her for a month. School kept Laura busy, while Carmilla had to deal with work. They’ve had skype dates and Carmilla even managed to help Laura with some homework over the webcam. Finally, she gets to see her girlfriend face to face and she couldn’t be happier. Carmilla apologized most of the time for being busy, Laura felt the same since she had to work extra hard just to make sure she could graduate with honors. She is and she couldn't be happier.
For over a hundred years Memorial Day has been celebrated in the United States. Memorial Day was originally called, Decoration Day and it was meant for people to recognize the veterans for their bravery and sacrifice for our nation. Memorial day became a Federal Holiday in 1971 but it was celebrated since 1890. In 1890 Memorial Day was a day to honor only soldiers who took part in the Civil War but after World War 1 it became a day to remember all of the soldiers who have fought for our country.
Memorial Day to me means to be grateful for the things that I have thanks to all of the men and women who risk their lives every day. It is a day to thank all of the veterans who are with us but also the ones that have passed away. To me it is a day to say a prayer in thanks to the Veterans that have done so much for our country. It is a day in which I think about what I can do to give back for all of the sacrifices that not only the Veterans but also their families have endured.
After about three days of this my whooping cough was not getting any better and my parents started to get worried. My two older sisters had not suffered as much as I had and they decided to call my doctor. He came to our house that evening and as soon as he saw me and heard me cough he told my parents I needed to go to hospital that night. I was terrified. I had never been to a hospital; well not since I was born anyway.
glory days. i look back at old pictures of me and ask myself what happened to that girl. the girl who was always laughing and was always so happy. the girl who did not know that war wasn't just a card game, and race issues weren't just about who ran the farthest, when getting high meant a swing on the playground and my dads shoulders were the safest place on earth, the worst pain you would ever feel was when u skinned your knees on the sidewalk, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow, and i thought growing up would be fun. i cant remember the last time i was as happy as i was when i was five years old and chasing butterflies in my front lawn in the house i grew up in . when me and my sister would take baths together and my mom would braid my
He lifted me up and helped me to the golf cart. I slowly stepped on and sat down on the cushioned seat. He was telling me to go home, but I thought I can’t drive I can barely
My leg bounced wildly. I had every nail on my hand bit down until they were almost bleeding. I had drank three Pepsi's and eaten two candy bars just for something to do, and we had only been waiting an hour. Sixty minutes of pure torture, not knowing what was wrong with my baby brother or if he was going to be okay.
When they got me down there I fell asleep again, I woke up about another hour later again the nurse was in there waiting for me to wake up just to see how I was feeling. When she left I looked over to my parents and started talking to them, then I turned my head the other way and I saw my mom. I was really happy that she was there because I do not see her much. I talked to her for a little bit, then laid back down. I realized that I was in good hands and I would be taken care of, and that was my new years. So thanks for my parents looking after me at the hospital and thanks for the hospitals for taking care of me and getting me fixed up. The morale of this story for me is if I feel like I am going to fall while snowboarding and getting really good air bring a video
It all began on a Forth of July night filled with intentions for fun and fireworks. Although, the only fireworks we ended up witnessing were the reactions of our parents. Mason, Hunter and Maisy came over to my house to discuss plans for the night. In the mids of discussion, they elected me as their designated driver. After we figured out all the details to our night, we headed out to my car and jumped in to go out to
I thank god I made it home.I was in no condition to drive and should have died. I was up for 23 hours with little to no sleep. I started hallucinating and couldn't focus. I should have never stayed out. I don't know how I even stayed up that long. It was worth it.
One morning before school I could not get out of bed. My stomach was in knots and I was terrified. I told my mom and she rushed to call the doctor. Instead of going to my family doctor, I went straight to the ER. I had an ultra-sound twice, blood drawn, a pee test, and a CT scan.
That day was the worst but it didn't stop there for about a week I could not eat , think , or talk to anyone my nausea was too strong. As the weeks went by I had a set schedule and got used to my surroundings, the symptoms stopped. I noticed the symptoms coming back when it was time for a pep rally or semester had ended and it was time for a new class and new people. It was becoming a major concern. I did not know why I felt the way that I did.
December 1996 was supposed to mark the end of my high school education and since I had consciously prepared for my core and elective courses, I had nothing to be afraid of; the future looked promising. Then December 3rd came, the day that marked the beginning of my final exams. I woke up that morning feeling hopeful and a little anxious which was perfectly normal. Then we went to the exam hall and settled to start the exam, then all hell broke loose; I started feeling dizzy, cold and sick. I remember vomiting which was accompanied by a throbbing headache but I didn’t remember much after that.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away.