Classical Condition: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

Sometimes I ask myself how I overcame my disease. Many people with lupus experience fatigue, memory loss, loss of appetite. Usually younger African, white, and Asian men and woman develop that disease in their teens. It all started that night when I was laying in my mom bed. At that time I felt like it was my time to leave this earth. When I turn 15 years old I saw so many changes. . I experience so many symptoms while I was in my second semester. All the symptoms that I experience were hallucinations, fever, nausea, and nose bleeds. At that time I seen myself getting really sick. I caught strep throat and it was hard to focus in school because I missed so many days.

I fight for my health every day in ways most people do not understand I lay in bed struggling just to get up in the morning only to get faced with a new day of troubles. All I think about is the day that being a normal eighteen year old ended for me. I was responsible went to work every day, and was trying to figure out my first year of college until everything was flipped upside down.

Zack reached down and pulled the handle. He had to use his shoulder to get the door open. He gritted out a cry of pain as he got out and leaned against one of Monty’s cars. Tina managed to scoot out and hit the pavement. She looked over at Garrett to see his full attention was on the car in front of him. Zack managed to get the backseat opened and ushered Tina inside first. He crawled in after her and pulled the door closed. “I’m getting the two of them to the hospital. Move to block him in. Cops are on the way,” the driver said over a radio. A couple of other voices came back over the radio with a ‘Roger that’ and then they were off.

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The things I carry with me as I walk around Radford is a cluster of mixed emotions. I have anxiety about meeting new people and how to leave my comfort zone. I feel overwhelmed because I have never gone this long without seeing my family. I have doubtfulness in the ability for me to succeed. I stress about the grades I may receive on assignments that aren’t even due. I strive to make outstanding grades that I know I could achieve if I break my lazy habits.

The year is 2019. The humans, as they are called, have recognized our existence for over 2 years now. Leader #70 has reached Earth and betrayed his home planet once again. He has captured a land known as America. Now that he has advanced weapons, he’s coming for revenge. Last time, he lost the battle to himself. Unfortunately, he’s more powerful than ever now. We never learned from our past mistakes and that is why tons of soldiers are suffering. I signed up for this. I shouldn’t be suffering. Yet I’m still getting this feeling of regret.

“If you look for the light you will often find it, but if you look for the dark. That is all you will ever see.”- Uncle Iroh from Avatar the Last Airbender. I am a dragon that spreads fire throughout the world, leaves scars on family, and has always tried to be stopped. What am I? I’m disease.Flowers with cards. IV’s in a tangled ball. Crayon drawings of horses. Worksheets that aren’t completed. 1st grade was to hard for them.They thought, was this normal for any normal family starting to move into a new town? Breath, sleep, awake, and repeat. MRI’s and surgeries take a toll on your health. Speak friend and enter. When a normal family like this one discovers a horrid conflict within their own family everything goes dark. The television seems

My wrists burned terribly and the stinging pain seemed to rivet through my entire body. I didn't mind it though,it gave me a sense of being alive, a sense of that somewhere in the midst of this all, I'm still human and even thought I feel dead, I know I'm not.

Back then , I am deficient in both negative and positive freedom. My parents impose my schedule and the rules I must live by. My possible choices are constrained, and my beliefs and goals usually comes from my parents. I also lack self-mastery. I have poor impulse-control and afraid of a good many things.

It’s really hard to try and be a normal, functioning person when you’re constantly reminded of something that happened years ago. It’s hard to even try to make sense of it when your brain blocks out things it doesn’t understand. Did I consent? I don’t think so. Did I say no? I don’t remember. I felt like I said no. I don’t remember. I felt like he pressured me. It didn’t feel good. It hurt. Sometimes I can still feel it happening, which is hard to try and hide when you’re in public and you can feel the pressure of someone who was once there.

"There is one consolation in being sick; that is the possibility that you may return to a better state then you were ever in before." Henry David Thoreau

I come from a developing Country myself, which always required for growing the Country. My Family are already refugees from Isreal. I have worked in the seconed biggest refugee camp in the world ( Zaatri Refugee Camp in Jordan since it started chronichally with the syrian crisis with Morethanshelters , teir tents and move their tents and they were reseilent enough to come up with a way to help them carry on with this hardship life and live in a Caravan or a makeshift camp in Jordan. I am an advior for Urbancore which is a Danish start up that Goal is to help refugees and less foutunates to build up their living. We work with archaticts to find the best ways to establish a difnity of living through our Project that will be in Jordan. I am applying

I came here four years ago and lived in 328 West Lane Avenue. That’s a student dormitory and it was converted from a hotel. My roommate was a black girl and that was my first time to live with a foreigner. So I was very serious and nervous. Even though she usually asked me to play with her friends, I refused it several times. I am regretting that now. If I could accept her invitations, my English would be better. I don’t like that dorm. Because it was really far away from campus and there were no bus stations. I had to get up at seven if I will have a class at eight. And that’s why I didn’t keep going to that class in the end of that semester. But I have done my homework and quizzes on the recitations. The professor was a Germany and his English

I wish to one day be comfortably sitting on my own couch in my own house reflecting on my life knowing I accomplished all that I wanted. Before I can get to that point, there are numerous steps that have to be taken. The first step is to grow up and receive a high school diploma, but how you grow up is based on the structure of your environment. Family is a structure that children look at to base their lives off of and some people decide to pick and choose what they like and dislike from their varying relatives. At this point in my life, I have witnessed the struggle my parents have gone through while I was growing up and I decided that they are good models on what not to do in life. So, step two is striving to

A few days ago, I was walking to my car after class by myself. It was dark outside and I couldn’t really see much except for what the parking lot lights lit up. I saw a man walking towards the same parking lot as I was and I began worry. I started thinking to myself that I should have waited for my friend that was in my class; that way there would be at least two of us. It turns out that the man’s car was in the same parking lot as mine but, I had nothing to worry about. His main concern was probably just to go home.