How Did We Get Here?

How was the Earth created and how did we get here? This question has been in the heads of everyone that has had 5th grade education. The two main theories that try and explain how the earth, the universe, and humans were created are Creationism and Evolution. No one really knows which theory is right, I mean people believe that the theory that they believe in is right, but neither one of the theories have be proven right scientifically. The wonder on how the world was created has been a mystery for many years. Who knows if we will ever find out which theory is right. Your view on how the Earth was created could totally be different from mine but the view that I believe is right is Creationism. For Creationism the story of how the Earth and universe was made is in the first two chapters of the Bible. The story shows how God create the world, the universe, and everything that’s living in the world in six days. For Evolution the story started by Charles Darwin saying, that living things came from and were formed from natural section. The debate about Creationism and Evolution is not a new thing it has been a thing ever since Charles Darwin came out with his book Darwin’s Origin of Species in 1859. And as well ever since that book there has been major disagreement between the church and the scientific world. Creationism is more believable than evolution because creationism is from the bible and the bible has been proven to be a reliable

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

My work day began the night before my shift started, as I received an email from my supervisor and was pleased to see my favorite patients on my list. Anna was scheduled first on my itinerary. She had become a quadriplegic after a serious fall down a flight of steps. Next was Mr. William, who was dying of a brain tumor. This man had the best attitude towards life, and always kept me laughing. My last patient of the day was Mrs. Patsy. She was very dear to my heart, and I had grown very close to the family, because I had been seeing her for over six months. Every time I walked into Mrs. Patsy house, she wanted an update and recent pictures of my children. It is unusual to have everyone agree on the scheduled time, but this warm summer evening was the exception. Tomorrow’s schedule was looking great and I was ready to get some rest.

Being only a measly volunteer for my high school HOSA (Health Occupations Students of America) program, I am not allowed to participate in much, leaving a lot of down time. I hear the sound of rushed feet pacing up and down the light brown, wooden floors, and the white, florescent lights blind any who dare to gaze up. I am only here to observe surgeries and injuries, yet so far I have only managed to observe impatient nurses streamlining up and down pallid hallways. I glance upward to a clock staring at me from right across the room. It glares 8:48. I moan, realizing I have another thirty minutes before I have to head to school. I turn my head when I hear in the distance an unusually loud herd of frantic feet. Moments later the double doors blast open, paramedics, doctors, and nurses all surround one speeding bed. The transition from utter silence to sudden action throws off my relaxed and daydreaming mind, as I see the ominous bed hurdle its way into an open room down the

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

I could feel a thin sheet of fabric on top of my weak body. As I regain my conscious, I could hear repetitive beeps next to me. I turn to my left to see a heart monitor. I could see each vibrant green line waving up and down. I was in a room of white. A white blanket, white furnishings, white walls, and white marble floors. When the realization that I was in a hospital, I begin to panic. Where is my family? Where am I? How long have I been out? Just as I was going to try to move out of the bed, an outburst of doors flew open and a nurse in white walked

There was a strong pungent of disinfectants and rubbing alcohol as she was rushed into the lobby. Crying out her last breath to express her agonizing pain as she lied down on the cold gurney. The nurses in a light blue uniform quickly arrived as several doctors in long white gowns rushed to the scene. Her mother was by her side, holding her hands as tight as she could, as the nurses pushed the agitating gurney towards the automatic doors. Soon her visions blurred and as the world turned into a tint of pink and red. As her vision slowly darkened, she solely relied on the touch of her mother’s warm hand and her soothing voice. Notwithstanding the tight grip of her mother’s hands, they was soon torn apart. Fear took over her body as she cried even louder. The sudden yet rhythmic beep was the last memory she could recall. It was March 5th.

When we finally reached the hospital I my feet felt like bricks and I slowly shuffled towards the doors, dreading what I knew lay inside. I pushed open the plexiglass door and laid down in the waiting room while my parents asked the front desk for directions. The lady at the desk pointed down a long hallway and said room 257, my parents waved at me to follow. Slowly, I picked myself up and started towards Issac’s room. I don’t know if it was the flickering incandescent lighting or my imagination, but the hallway seemed to get darker the further we

It was five minutes to 11:00PM on Friday the 13th, and Dr. Jordan Alexander stood at the unit secretary’s desk in the emergency room of San Antonio Memorial Hospital. She sipped her iced coffee and casually glanced at her watch, waiting for her shift to begin. So far, it was quiet, but like most overnight shifts, that was bound to change in a heartbeat.

Around me were machines beeping rhythmically and the sound of a faint snore. Sylvia was there, sleeping in a chair next to me. I lied there on the hospital bed, enjoying my surroundings a while before she woke up. When she did wake she immediately hugged me, crying, and called the doctor in.

This is a time were people feel offended most of the times, due to the verity of the many different races and social groups who were raised in deferent areas in the world, and are living now in one place. And a good example of these places are the American campuses, they are full of foreign students from all around the world. These places are dense with people around the globe and each one of them have their own expectations about others and each one of them have his stereo types about others around him. That said and what happened in the past from wars and the relation between races and social groups in the past count to what make students feel offended from some words, and increasingly feel the need of protection from ideas and words they don’t like.

The rapid beeping of the alarm reverberated down the hallway. In a split second, every nurse and physician sprinted toward the sounding alarm, frantic to get to the room. It was the rapid response alarm. A patient had gone unconscious and the family had sounded the alarm, desperate to help him. Minutes later, with the alarm still echoing through every hallway of the inpatient floor, an ominous voice came over the hospital intercom and said, “Code blue, 324. Code blue, 324.” It was no longer an unconscious patient; it was a patient in cardiac arrest. Now nurses and physicians from all over the hospital flocked to the room, anxious to save him. After nearly thirty minutes, the patient was conscious again, and as I stood there in my volunteer

How did everyone get here today? By: air, sea, or land? We live in a world where transportation used to be where you walked everywhere. But has now gone to planes, ships, and cars. All this came to us by many inventors.

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

It was an unpleasantly early morning in the hospital waiting room. Nurses buzzed around, busy attending to their patients while a faint beeping sound could be heard in the background. I was starting my second shift of the day at the hospital, just finishing working a shift in the dark, grimy morgue. Groggy, I sat down at my desk to begin another four hours of labor. My position was to assure that the paper work was properly completed and that all patients were attended too. While being a supervising nurse was a great responsibility, it left time to day dream.