Something people in this world always encounter are personal relationships, and no I’m not talking about boyfriends or girlfriends, rather I’m talking about in general. Some relationships we hope to happen, others we wish would have never occurred, and some we never saw coming. I have multiple relationships that fit into each of these categories, but one relationship will always stand out to me. This is a relationship that I never thought I would have. It all started on a Wednesday in October, it’s the night after getting a huge conference win. I woke up at 2 a.m. with a pain I’ve never felt before. I went to the ER scared it could be my appendix, but instead found something much more rare. I have a teratoma, something that can have hair, …show more content…
Then I decided, if I was going to have this thing inside of me, I might as well give it a name. So here he was ‘Teddy the Teratoma.’ Senior night, a night I’ve been dreaming about, was finally here and not how I wanted. There I was in jeans along side the other five seniors, but I didn't play only sat and watched.That was killer, knowing this was the last time I would play a sport I love on this gym floor, and I couldn't even play, wow. Next came Regionals, another last in my senior year, but again here I was sitting all because of this little monster inside me. I sit and count down the days, one by one, just waiting to get this thing out of me. As I sit, I wonder why of all people do I get the weird shit because when you think about it a teratoma is intimidating to have inside you. Here I am with it inside me, never not in pain, but people don’t understand that. Even though it was an unexpected relationship, its one I will never regret nor forget. Although it sucks, I have to look for positives, I guess. I will always be able to look back on Senior year and think back to good ole Teddy the teratoma. But our time together is coming to an end. In one short week, me and Teddy will be separated and will be apart forever. So I guess, I’ll have to cherish my time I have left. Goodbye Teddy, see you later old
Chapters 5 and 6 in Extraordinary Relationships gave a good introduction into new concepts relating to Human Interactions and Relationships. These new concepts give a better idea in understanding relationship patterns and the various emotions that come along with relationships. Two concepts that stood out to me that were discussed throughout the chapter were relationship patterns and relationship emotions. Over time many relationships develop their own unique patterns. In many cases these patterns have been part of the individual all along. Gilbert (1992) states “Usually what people do in a relationship crises is more of the same thing they have been doing, only more intensely and more anxiously” (pg.36). When individuals go through relationship
As young girl with big dreams I imagined my senior year of high school to be one of the best years of my life. I imagined going to homecoming with all of my friends, being the captain of the varsity soccer and cheerleading teams, going to Friday night football games, going to Prom with my perfect date, and going on a senior trip with all of my best friends. I never imagined my senior year to be the way that it is. I am the new kid.
I've gone back and reassessed my current relationships, whether it's with my family,friends, or a significant other and learned a whole lot about my own relationships. During other parts of this project I really got to delve deeper into different relationship dynamics for various other people, like when I interviewed my mother and Mrs. Davenport, or reading various other texts and connecting them to mine like the relationship Stanley and Stella had in streetcar named desire or the family bonds from the deck reading and how they apply to my own family. Everyone relationships and bonds to others is different and no one had the same connection to each other, but throughout time it's noticeable that the relationships we have been more alike than we think.
It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task but I knew I could accomplish it.
The zamboni finished, the ice was fresh and we were ready to rip it up. The game was back and forth with many penalties and many screaming parents. We were up in the second period and of course it seemed like time never moved. As the finals seconds were ticking down you could feel the energy in the arena incline. The buzzer finally rang out. We were provincial champions, my dream had come true. I raced at my team and they raced back. We met in the middle in a huge huddle, some already crying and some laughing and screaming. I stood there in shock as everyone hugged each other. I went of the season in my head, I went through all the past games, all the team that would be traveling home right now as they thought of how they could have done better, I thought about the team who had got silver, still a big accomplishment but they would be disappointed as well. Then I thought about my team and how every individual gave in their all out on that ice today. I thought about how proud I was to be a
As the Tiger rolled around, there arose a question of whether or not to keep the team together or break it up and give the two seniors a chance to compete in other individual events at regionals. I actually didn't know about this possibility until about five minutes before the race began on Saturday. We were all huddled together preparing for the start. Jeremy came up to Rodney and me and told us that if we didn't do well the team might be dropped. Kicking our motivational drive into high, the four of us focused on only one thing: running the time we all knew we could. Getting into the blocks I felt more ready than ever. At the sound of the gun, I shot out of the blocks. I sprinted around the track, concentrating on making a great hand-off.
Everyone was so nervous to find out what team they made, and then finally the varsity coach opened her mouth, smiled, and made an announcement. “All 16 of you girls standing here right now... ARE ON THE VARSITY TEAM!!” I couldn’t believe it. I worked so hard, and now I finally am able to realize that it payed off. I ran to the car and my siblings were cheering from inside the car so loudly that I could hear from outside. My family was so happy, and before I could say anything, I called Mira on the phone. Mira answered the phone, and all I could say was, “I MADE IT! I MADE VARSITY!” She was so happy! She told me that she was so proud of me, and that my hard work and playing payed
I went to sleep and then...gross I threw up and it was fascinating because in my sleep I said Mom! Mom! Mom! I think I’m gonna throw up. And I woke up and did. So my Mom and I went to the hospital. They told us that I just had the flu and so I could go home. So I did. But the next day my stomach hurt even worse. So we went to different hospital and they did something called a blood count and my Mom said ok this Is an appendicitis so after they took my blood count that took them for what felt like three hours. After that they transferred me to the children's hospital in an ambulance. THEY DIDN’T TURN THEIR LIGHTS ON. And that's what made me
She glanced around the silent room, looking at each new and tired face with curiosity and eagerness. “Got it?” she placed her hands on her hips and quickly tiptoed to the front of the room with an even bigger smile than before, pausing once more before she shouted out, “Okay, good! Now write me 2,000 words on the most important thing in your life!!” Suddenly the room felt even more silent and still before it did. The tired eyes of every senior in the room grew wide at the sight of the first curveball senior year had thrown. I remember this moment when my teacher, Mrs. Manhiem, gave us a huge assignment within 5 minutes of our first day senior year, and although I was not thrilled about the timing, the actual assignment its self was intriguing. After days of deep thought, I soon realized that I had four important things to write about. I wrote about my mother and how she is my everything. I wrote about my amazing father, who is the most incredible man I know, and how he makes my world go round. I wrote about how I could not live without my two older brothers because I wouldn’t be who I am today without my biggest role models, supporters, and my two very best friends. The earliest memories I have
It was two days until the first game of my last high school football season. My team and I were going to play Bayfield, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
It was November 1st and it was the day of my last volleyball game. I ran into my friend Eri and we started talking about the game later that day. It was against Tunkhannock. They were the best volleyball team from our area, and wouldn’t you know it on our senior night we had to play against them. Senior night was the one night where the seniors were recognized, whether they were good or not. The whole day the team was joking about how much we would lose by against our rival team. In a game to fifteen we thought we would end up owing them points.
My freshman year of high school I met a guy named Justin Dicus. He was an amazing football player, all his friends looked up to him. There was nothing not to like about him. We connected so easily and fast that our friendship soon turned into a relationship. Now, it did scare me because I knew that if we were to ever split up, our friendship would be over. Something horrific happened, something that I would have never thought to happen in a million years.
Scar Story: I have a small scar next to my chin, and have since I was 5 years old. As best I can recall it was a pretty normal day. Normal in the sense that it was like nearly every other day. I got up, I got dressed, and this day was one of the many where I would go with my mother to pick my father up from work. But on that day I decided I wanted, not just to go, but to bring something with me. When I woke up that morning I never thought the day would end in a hospital room. That I was about to spend the next many years of my life with a scar. No body warned me that day that I would spend the beginning of my Kindergarten year with prickly little stitches on my face— they looked like little spiders’ legs. Or that I was going to spend the next hours of my life in a hospital. A bright white cleaner sented
A boy and a girl who promised to be best friends were not even friends anymore, because of a crazy little thing called love. I may not have shown it to others but living and seeing her with other boys was like living my life in hell. Many told me that there are plenty of fish in the sea and I just had to look for another. I strongly agreed that there were and are plenty fish in the sea, but there was nothing I could do because she was the only fish I could see in the sea. She was the only girl I could think of everyday and she was the only girl I could love—these were the reasons why her refusal hurt so badly. I fought with this pain trying to move on, but I could not do it. It was not that easy for me to think of it just as a past event. It was not a lie that time started healing the pain, but the scar was still there and she was the only person who could wash away the scar. So I just had to continue living my life as if nothing had happened to
Graduation: the last day that I would unwillingly set foot on the fields of Horizon High School. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and tried so hard to keep my feet moving one after the other in order to maintain my perfect stature. After the two hour wait of opening speeches, class songs, and the calling off of the five hundred plus names that were in front of me, it was finally my turn. As my row stood up and we walked towards the stage it had set in at last, this is it, I am done. My high school career ended on that night, but it didn’t close the book that is my life, it only started a new chapter, and with it came a whole slue of uncertainties.