It’s completely inevitable to switch through dimensions with such simplicity. I mean, unless you’re in an episode of Doctor Who or Phil of the Future, then I guess you could say anything is possible. As kids, we often think about getting in a time machine and flying through time, like endng up in the year 3000 or even way back in the dinosaur era. The whole aspect of it really seems fun when you expect everything to go your way. Unless, of course, you’re me, Camryn Matthews. On that bright Saturday afternoon, everything was going great. Work was going smoothly and my friends were coming over that night. Everything was going just as I planned. I was basically the type of girl to want everything to go my way, but not in the super obnoxiously bratty way; in the stubborn way. Going out with my girls was going to be a huge hit. Despite the fact that there is nothing to actually do in our town in Florida, we are determined to make it one. As time rolled by, I was finally out the door; walking unsteady while still trying to accomplish putting my heels on correctly. This was about to be the best time of my life, or so I thought. Around 1 AM, my life changed in ways no one could imagine. Being rolled down the hospital hallway, I had no clue what was going on. Shaking and trembling, I was covered in blood. I asked the doctor, yet got no response. I slowly reached up to feel the back of my head, curious as to what I would find, and there it was; an oversized, bloody hole. I
So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “
The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few
I had been cringing about day for so long. I was completely terrified to go into that room. As the door opened I was exposed to a cold draft and I could feel the dense air. The day I was told this needed to be done was horrifying, and now it’s actually happening. They rolled me over to a new bed and I looked around seeing doctors everywhere. There was a table that they rolled next to me and on it was things that I can’t even explain. They put a green mask on me with tubes going through both sides of it. They told me I’d get drowsy and all of the sudden I closed my eyes and it was happening. I was getting knee surgery.
I decided to do the extra credit on Dr. Who “Blink”, which I found very interesting. About a year ago or so, I was recommend by a friend to watch this program, so I saw the first episode I believe, and wasn’t very fond of it. So with this extra credit assignment I decided to give it another change, which this time I really enjoyed. What was taken from this episode was to look beyond the standard and obvious text that is in front of you, to look at the subtext or the back round subject. Also this is what I take away from this class, this what I believe what this class was trying to get us do with the literature, to look beyond the written text and to dig deeper into what the writer was really saying.
Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my
I could hardly keep my leg from jittering as I waited on my steps, the day that seemed to take forever to arrive was finally here. A tradition of day-long excursions filled with my cousin’s uncontrollable goofiness and my affinity for enabling it, that we dorkily nicknamed “Mari-Mandi Fridays.” The moment his car arrived my body seemed to propel itself into the front seat. We have been known to get into odd situations but nothing could have prepared me for the events of this night. After a few hours of my painful renditions of “Broadways’s Greatest Hits” punctuated by his pleas for an ending and laughing until our heads hurt he surprised me with tickets to my school’s homecoming game, something I mentioned in fleeting conversation weeks
When watching a TV show, people do not normally think about the significance of it or what hidden meanings there are because they are just trying to enjoy the show. Theories are made up to explain some of the things that people spot when watching a TV show and while many may not believe in them, the theories make a lot of sense. When you do your research you see how the theories connect to the show in many different ways which makes it seem like the theories are actually correct. For instance, one of the most well known TV shows at the moment is Spongebob Squarepants. At first glance it looks like it is about the life of a sponge who is a fry cook and all of his friends.
“Sir” a nurse whispered to me, “you’re covered in blood, let me help you get cleaned up as you’re scaring some of the other patients.” Looking into the mirror, my 18-year-old self was shocked at what was reflected back. 30 minutes prior, while working on a construction site, my finger had an unfortunate meeting with a saw blade. After cutting my finger, the spinning blade had spattered my body, head to toe, in blood. I was terrified I would lose my finger, however, working in the ER that day, was a highly skilled family medicine practitioner who was able to repair my finger to its full functionality. Although this experience had an immediate impact on me, it would be years before I would realize just how much the physician’s knowledge,
The touches of the needle piercing through my skin and back out was perhaps the grossest yet oddly amazing thing I have ever experienced in my life. Through the thirty minutes on the hospital bed, I had sat through having a stranger sew a stitch on the upper left area of my forehand after coming out of car crash earlier that day. I did not think much of the stitches, but rather, found the fascination upon it. My first initial thought after tracing my fingers on the bumps was how amazing this was, how different it was to know that some stranger did something to me. It even looked pretty cool to show off for all the other kindergartner classmates, watching their face of horror as I walked into the classroom that following school day. They were terrified, I was intrigued, intrigued by the works of someone that knew enough to make my body better.
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Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side
The topic my group decided to do was rosy retrospection with the show “How I Met Your Mother”. The show “How I Met Your Mother” is about a father who is telling his children different moments and adventures he had with his friends and how he met their mother. Throughout the series, the father shares different stories from happy and joyful to sad and depressing tales. But even though certain situations and moments seemed bad he found them happy in a sense. In certain episodes, the kids would pop up saying how a moment seem sad and that he shouldn’t be happy about but the father disagreed. He found every moment to as a joyful moment but in their own way, he would just overlook the bad and focus on the good. So I thought that it fit perfectly
The Black Mirror Episode, Be Right Back, invokes deep concerns within society about how human cloning relates to privacy, ethics, and human rights. Be Right Back, follows the story of young Martha and Ash, a married couple living in what is presumably the modern day United Kingdom. When Ash dies, Martha uses a version of cloning where an A.I. program analyzes online data, such as social media and emails, as well as personal pictures and videos, to create a program of the deceased loved one. The company that runs the cloning eventually sells Martha on a cadaver-like version of her husband, made sentient by the program the very same program. We then follow Martha and her shiny, almost too smooth, new version of Ash on an emotional journey,
This essay will attempt to illustrate the role of science-fiction serial Doctor Who in British culture, comparing the classic series (aired from 1963 to 1989) with the new one (airing from 2005) by analysing the “birth” of Doctor Who in 20th century and its “regeneration” in 21st. Far from being just a filler in Saturday evening show schedule, Doctor Who became a cult not only in Britain but in the whole world, emerging as a model for all the sci-fi series to come. Throughout the years, the “Whoniverse” expanded, and beside the canonical tv series, numerous spin-offs, comics, novels, radio programs and adaptations for the stage started to show up. To bring some order in this whole “wibbly wobbly timey wimey” scenario, many Doctor Who fans
One Day I was watching my favorite T.V. show called The Flash it is about the fastest man alive and I was on the last show of the First Season and I need to get caught up with the other 2 seasons like my BEST friend Juan Guzman. Juan and I lived not next to each other, but in our neighborhood and we meet when we were 5 at school until our parent took us home and we played everyday until now were 12! And were still best friends. My brother was watching too. He was my brother, but he was special and did everything he was asked to, but he was like a robot not to be mean. He never wanted candy or presents for Christmas he just wanted water, food and his family. Pretty sweet person right, but why he was not like any of the other kids with creative imagination he was PLAIN. How can this happen? I mean I love to do all sorts of things and him nothing he just is nothing like me.