An Essay About My Last Two Days

One day I pondered threw the charity book shelves, idly searching for something that I wanted, though what that was one did not know. In a way that is the way shopping in charity shops tends to be, one never enters with a particular urgent need, one may be somewhat lackadaisical or off course I do often do be throwing my change into a wishing well- donating a few euro and hoping for what one hope to credit as a great find. My find was the 2009 Bestseller, One Day, by David Nicholls. The book covered with quotes such as ‘’ A Wonderful, Wonderful Book’’ The Times, was left lonely and isolated for a months and I’m sure it cried with the grief of me never opening a single page. But One Day I Did.

My essays in that English class were below average, according to her standards. She drilled every grammatical rule into our heads until she felt like it would stay there forever, and I felt like she returned my papers with big, fat D’s out of spite. None of my essays had been worth the hours of labor I put into them, so why would they matter at that moment? I was ready to fake it with every ounce of beguiling poppycock I could muster at that

This week I am kind of stressed out. I decided to go to UIL for accounting and it just happened to land on the same day as the band UIL. In the beginning, they were at the same time, but Mrs. Shack told him and he got it moved. I'm thankful she did that because I would have had to choose and honestly I don't know which one I was going to pick. I hate missing school and I was going to be gone the whole day. I had a lot of work due and my time after school was occupied. Monday I had a mandatory meeting for all band members since UIL was on Wednesday, and Tuesday I had a meeting for accounting for the same reason. Wednesday was UIL so I would be gone for the whole day for academic UIL and during the evening, I would be gone for the band UIL.

April 8, 2017. This is the day that my mom and I went to the MVA, and I got my drivers permit. The excitement hit the day I had gone to get it. My cousin and sister had both told me that I wasn't well prepared and that I wouldn't pass the test. Little did they know that I would prove them wrong. All night I had studied and eventually I started to doubt myself. I felt like my cousin and sister were right about me not passing the test, but I prepared myself anyways. The morning of I had waken up early and began to study for yet another time. At around 12 p.m I gathered all the documents I needed and left my house. On the way to the MVA, I started to laugh and smile as I usually do when I get nervous. I went inside the building and stood in line

That day my father was going into surgery because of a work accident. I never was sure about what exactly happened. I guess I was just too young to understand

While I was in Denver for treatment my dad would always take my uncle and I out to places so we could make some memories. I remember that this one time when my dad came home with tickets to a Denver nuggets game. It made me happy to hang out with my dad and uncle when I was doing treatment at the hospital and when I was stressed out on school. Before I came home, the doctor told me that I needed to get a heart cath done (A heart cath is a big procedure done by heart cardiologist) and everything looked

As I was driving home with my grandmother on the back roads of Woodcrest the Friday before Thanksgiving, I knew something was off. As we were driving home from practice after school, my grandma, whom always seemed to have a joyful and bubbly mood was acting different. She seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. I simply brushed it away as I thought it was nothing. A few days later, Thanksgiving rolls around the corner and I notice nothing out of the ordinary, however, she then told me that her back was bothering her recently. Immediately when she said that, I remember when she told me about her constant arthritis in her back, and how she has had pains in her back ever since she was 12 years old. She had been maxed out on her morphine for years, and she described the new pain in her back as an unbearable and sharp

We were in the hospital with my twin brother, he had surgery and was in bad shape he has Cerebal Palsy which makes him not walk or talk, which means surgery usually goes bad for him. Then we got THE CALL, it was about how my Great-Grandma fell and broke something in both legs. I had two family members in the hospital, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so scared that I thought that my nerves were just going to pop! We then traveled to New Mexico and we were at her bedside telling jokes and just all around having a bittersweet time, because we didn’t know if she was going to make it.

Considering the fact that I’ve had a four day weekend. I’ve been through alot those past four days. Friday I missed school because my granddad's funeral was held on that day. I never really got to know my grandad that well because my mom just find out he was her day last year. But the little moments I did spend with him will always be cherished.

Before my mom could home she had to get scanning done, after these scanning my mom found out that she had vertigo (it messes up your internal balance)which still till and so does my grandpa which made me scared because there is a chance of me getting vertigo and i was scared because i had no clue what is was at the time and i told my friends i might die from it because i was freaked by it but now i know what it is and i have a small chance i could even get it but that that information was hard for my mom's recovery even harder to take of her. When she came home i was relieved that i got to still have my mom and not have loosened her, even though she was home i didn't really get to here because most of the time she was in physical therapy.

On my first test, Scale #1: Stressed Out? I only rated a 9, compared to the average of about 12.4, my score of 9 is significantly lower than the average. Thus, I’m not that stressed out of a person for someone my age. The Scale #2 test for susceptibility to stress was calculated at just 10. The average being 32. When it comes to things that are difficult for me to handle I take them step by step and day by day. Pushing through this next deployment with my husband is going to be the greatest stressor for me for the next 7 months, but because of that stressor my response to that stress is going to be, to do the same thing I did last time, and that is to fill my day with things that need to be done and school that needs my utmost attention. Which is very beneficial because my Scale #7: Locus of Control measures one’s sense of control in personal achievement situations, my score was 53, with the average being 51.8 for women. This shows me that dedicating myself to my schoolwork for this deployment will reduce my stress

In August of 2014, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, which was the worst thing to hear as a fourteen year old going into tenth grade. Being a student athlete and a hard working student in the classroom I knew what adversity felt like but nothing compared to this feeling though. Also, the fact that I am in accelerated classes, and one of a few in my grade that are in Project Lead The Way (PLTW) out of Rochester Institute of Technology (R.I.T.)

The other I woke up exhausted. The thought of waking up and going to work overwhelmed me. My heart grew weary at the idea of getting ready and heading to “That place”. On top of that, it was incredible gloomy outside. Nevertheless I got up, showered but even my favorite task of "beating my face" seemed discouraging. Replaced with my normal inspirational meditation time was the weekly conference call that I loathe the most. In my head; it was all bad. I dallied into work, checked emails, made small talk and at about 10:40am realized what the day was; my workiversary. As I dramatically collapsed to the not so soft carpet in my office, it dawned on me that I had been at my job for 2 years! Where did the time go? I'm I really still doing this? My already sad morning just took a turn for the worse. I got up and

Earlier in the quarter we were asked to make a list about things that stresses out. I have always considered myself the type of person that rarely stresses over anything, so it was difficult to write some down. After keeping track of stressors in my life for 10 days, I realized that I do stress about issues more than I ever considered. Before this class, stress was not something I took into great consideration. To my understanding, if you were suffering from stress that meant that you had serious conditions like insomnia, weight gain, depressions or others things of that nature. This class has taught me otherwise and now I am more conscious about my interactions with stressors. In this paper, I will discuss my experience with stressors, how I managed to cope with stressors, and what I learned as a result of this class so far.

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.