The fluorescent lights blinded me as I tried to open my eyes. Where am I, I thought to myself? I jolted my head back and forth desperately trying to figure out where I was. I heard a voice say, "Hold him down, we are almost there." A sharp pain ran down my back to my feet. All I could see were lights flashing and shadows moving in all directions. The rolling bed that I was on stopped abruptly and a mask was placed over my face. I tried not to breathe, but in less than a second I was unconscious. In no apparent order multiple scenes began to flash through my head. My thoughts turned to nothing, and for one minute all I saw in my mind was an everlasting black hole accompanied by a single deafening beep. Suddenly, I awoke to the clanging sound of my alarm clock. I must have had a bad dream I thought to myself as I turned on the faucet to wash my face. It was eleven in the morning, and everyone in my family was sitting in the living room watching television. I wasn't quite sure what the day was. Everything was all too familiar. I figured it was Sunday, but I wasn't sure. The smell of pancakes and bacon floated through the air from the kitchen to where I was standing in the living room. I made my way past my sisters and my mom and sat down at the bar in the kitchen hoping my dad would serve me breakfast so that I would not have to get up to get it.
"Good morning," I said to my dad as I sat down. He was standing with his back to me as he flipped over some pancakes.
"I see you're up bright and early this morning," my dad said as he turned to look at me. I chuckled as I replied, "Yup sure am." Then I added, "Hey dad, who won the Texas ATM game?"
"They don't start playin' until two o'clock." That was the answer I was looking for. ...
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...rder multiple scenes began to flash through my head. My thoughts turned to nothing, and for one minute all I saw in my mind was an everlasting black hole accompanied by a single deafening beep.
When I became conscious, the same fluorescent lights were shining down on me. This time, there was a man in all white whose face was silhouetted by the lights. I thought I was dead and that I was looking at an angel.
The man spoke, "Logan, do you know what has happened to you?"
"Wha, huh, I. .ooo..what."
"Logan, do you know that you were in a very serious car accident?"
"Yeah, I mean I think so. I thought it was all a dream."
"You are a very lucky person. Many people would never survive such an accident. Not having anything more than a bad concussion is a miracle."
"What day is it? Where are my parents?"
"Just lay there calmly and I will go get them."
The problem associated with how students are chosen to join a gifted and talented program stems from the way that we define giftedness. Because there are countless ways in which any individual can define talent, the government created a federal task force in 1972 to study gifted education in order to standardize the way in which schools choose students for and implement their gifted and talented programs. The task force’s results are known as the Marland Report and include much information as a result of their research, including a decision that a public school’s gifted and talented programs should aim to serve between 3 and 5 percent o...
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
I wake up to the sight flashing blue lights,as my eyes scan around I notice that i’m inside what seemed to be a metal capsule.I see a handle and move my hand towards it but realize I am unable to do so.I then hear the voice of man coming towards the object i was in.A hand then grasps the other side of the handle and the capsule is opened.Two people dressed in blue take me out and lay me in a bed that was hovering in mid air.Unable to understand what was going on I sat there quietly and waited for instructions thinking that this was all a dream.I sat up and standing before me was a nurse around the age of 28.She was smiling as if she already knew me.She then looked back and as the doctor came in,backing of to the side.The doctor came in as
Squatting on the ground, I was weeping. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand although it was not far from me. I made my eyes widely open to make sure if my eyes went blind or not. When it was around 8pm, I started looking for the window. Touching my hands on the corners of the room, I finally found it. I used up all my energy opening the window, but it was covered with hard dust and it was rigid. I fell down, and cried a lot. I couldn’t sleep throughout the whole night, because I was hungry and thirsty. In addition to this, it was cold in the middle of that night. I was shivering and coughing persistently. Time passed, and it was early in the morning, but nothing
Impossible! This couldn’t be happening! I hallucinated everything . . . right? How could this be real? Was I dying . . . or was I really getting a second chance?
Renzulli, J. S., and J. H. Purcell. "Gifted Education: A Look Around and a Look Ahead." Roeper Review 18 (1996): 173-188.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
I was drifting off to sleep when I heard a knock at the door. I unlocked the door and opened it, only to find a masked man standing before me. Suddenly, a punch was thrown at me, and I fell to the ground. My vision started to blur and I started to lose consciousness. The darkness crept across my eyes slowly until everything was completely black.
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.
I saw the great ball of white light, but I could feel it as well. I felt it enter me, and then out of nowhere it went black, like it was angry or upset. I acknowledged it and released it, when I did, I again could see a face. This face was far away, and unhappy, the face felt angry and sad. I kept studying it, and kept my thoughts open so it would feel that I was open to it, and wanted to know why it was with me, but then the dark face changed. The blackness that was ahold of me and the face inside that blackness became the forest green color I have been seeing in all of the meditations so far. This time the forest green color was not all around me, it was blinking, and took on a type of mushroom shape. The forest green color just kept pulsing for a while, and towards the end of the meditation, the part where it says to embrace my loving self, and to stay with it for as long as I felt comfortable, the forest green color grew, and from it purple came to the center of everything, with orange fraying at the edges. The orange was pulsing, as if it wanted to break free of something, but the purple was quiet, and
The classroom teachers are the ones that observe students in a variety of situations and under a variety of conditions, and their unique perspective is valuable in selecting students for their gifted and talented programs. Most districts use the standardized tests and intelligence test and then the teachers' recommendations. Often, ratings are created to form a pool of students to be tested for these programs and included in the decision-making process and whether or not teachers' expectations, biases, stereotypes and beliefs influence their selection of students into their gifted and talented
Parke, B. Challenging Gifted Students in the Regular Classroom. Retrieved November 21, 2004 from http://www.kidsource.com/kidsource/content/challenging_gifted_kids.html
There are several strategies on how to teach gifted students floating around in today’s educational theory. Grouping, using gifted classrooms, and enrichment are all options that are presented. While traditional high schools have the ability to design classrooms specifically for the gifted population, Carolina Academy does not have the means to create a class only for the gifted students. Due to placing students into inclusion, gifted students are not pulled into Honors classes. Instead of an Honors class, gifted students are provided opportunities of vertical enrichment, or access to the honors rubric. The honors rubric is designed for students to research independently on the same content that the other students are working off of. Towards the end of the project, the students are required to present the same content, however, with a deeper knowledge basis. The following strategies should be used at Carolina High School: Independent projects, vertical enrichment, mentors, and bloom’s taxonomy.
Surrounded by a foggy white film, I tried to adjust my vision to see. Anything familiar would appease me at this point. Nonetheless, I did not see a thing. Am I dead?" I thought to myself. Can this possibly be what the afterlife is like? I began to feel very anxious. The dense mist totally consumed my body and mind. This was not what I planned for myself. My life was supposed to be filled with an array of happiness, love, wonderful sights, and the joy of watching my children grow. Where is my sanctuary? Last thing I remember was looking out of my window and seeing the serene sky. At the time, I assumed I would be joining those that I love so deeply. My assumption was dismissed by a glimmer of reflection on my life up to this point.
Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.