As a child, one of my favorite activities was going outside on a nice sunny day and blowing bubbles. The best time to do it was early spring; the 40-50º (f) weather seems to reach out and pull you by the hand that time of year. The snow is mostly melted and the sun is no longer a winter sun. The brightness just looks like summer. I would run onto the porch and lift the green wooden top that covers a large croc. Inside I had my my sidewalk chalk and a large jug of bubbles. I remember it's pink exterior and long yellow wand hidden inside. I could spend hours with the bubbles. Most of the time I was reenacting the scene from Cinderella and singing "Sweet Nightingale" while pretending to wash the sidewalks. Bubbles took a break from my life for a few years. I outgrew playing Cinderella and my pink jug of bubbles became empty. I was making new friends and learning new …show more content…
In school I was allowed to take breaks to release my tics, I was given extra homework time, I had a mom that was able to do homework along side of me, and I was not given detention if my homework wasn't finished. At home, I didn't have to do any chores, my mom helped me brush my teeth, take my showers, get dressed, and go out. Even though I needed all this extra help, it is a main reason why I recently went into residential treatment. Deep down I was afraid to leave this safe bubble and return to society. To this day, doing everyday tasks such as cleaning my room, brushing my teeth, putting together my own dinner, and so on, gives me anxiety. Having left residential treatment and returning home, my bubble has been popped. I'm dealing with daily tasks all day, everyday, and am overcoming the anxiety that comes along with it. Soon I will be returning to school, and knowing that there is no bubble to go back to is pretty scary. I think I can handle it. I have the skills, I know the program, and I know that if I keep fighting, one day the anxiety won't be
I can still recall the days where I would run down the block chasing after the ice cream truck. I lived near a park in Brooklyn, and my daily summer routine consisted of endless enjoyment at the park. As a nine-year-old, all I focused on was having fun and playing handball with my friends at the park. Every day I set out on the same task, and did not realize what I would do if those friends were no longer there.
When school was out, I would play with my friends in the neighborhood. These were kids who were not my age- some were older, and some were younger. We all had one thing in common, though- we wanted to have fun! We would throw sponge balls at the pool, play basketball at the park, or try out new videogames at my house. These were always good times.
If we chew different brands of bubble gums for the same time, then I think Hubba Bubba Gum will make the biggest bubble.
In the Book, Pop, Why bubbles are Great for the Economy by Daniel Gross, there is an explanation of why people today do not understand the agitations and turmoil that create barriers to improving the economy. The ideas that economist hope to see in the world, are very farfetched from actuality. This world that they think of is a dream that is practically perfect in the way of allocating resources and making sure everything is done in the best possible way. However, people cannot all see the bigger picture and have faith that it will be what is good for the economy. Instead, our economy is centered over a few main points which are self-indulgence, entrepreneurship, and sometimes this can cause mayhem within the economy. Daniel explains how Americans handle our economy growing and new things coming to the public’s eye as if losing their marbles and everything crumbles from there. The book discusses different time periods that bubbles got out of hand and because of that people were hurt financially. People got hurt because the prices of different markets rose when the economy was not ready for it to raise. The different industries that the book exhibits are telegraphs, railroads, the internet, real estate, and alternative energy.
I continued to give up on activities I loved simply because I was afraid to fail. I gave up on dance and music before I hit high school. My anxiety got worse as I navigated middle school and the complications of moving two times in one year. At one point, I refused to go to school because I felt so insecure in my own skin. After months of battling my internal voices, I began seeing a therapist.
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The most interesting thing I did over the summer was going to ohio to meet with family. The reasoning is because when there we didn’t get to stay inside. When we go to ohio over the summer we have to stay outside and camp and have to stay outside all day and all night. I always have my own tent on the other side of the house away from the pond so that i can actually sleep. The reason for sleeping away from the pond is that there are frogs that make noise all night and can get really annoying.
The summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school I was at my house with my family and my friends. They live in Ohio, but we all have houses in the same neighborhood at the lake. When we are all together we ride four wheelers down to the lake, around the neighborhood, and just have fun together.
For the last month or so, I've been at Alexian Brothers Behavioral Health Hospital instead of school. This was because I having trouble coping with my anger/stress, and I let the negative aspects of my life bring down the positive aspects, basically making my whole life appear negative rather than just certain parts. The program at Alexian Brothers had me go to their hospital everyday instead of attending school to work on getting better. I was given one hour of school-work time a day, and I used it to my advantage. It was no nearly enough time to get all the school work done I was missing being at Alexian Brothers rather than school, but I made the best of it.
Over the summer I had a lot of fun, maybe the most I`ve ever had. I spend a large amount of my summer at my grandparent’s lake house. My grandparents lake house is huge, a mansion compared to my house. At their lake house they have a lot of fun stuff, my personal favorite are the jet skis. I didn’t get to ride them that much, but when I did it was a blast! My days at the lake house were the highlight of my summer, but I did a lot of other fun stuff too!
Growing up, I always had trouble in school. All through my academic career up to high school, my mother would have to hold special meetings with my teachers to arrange for time after school for me to work on assignments with a teacher or be tutored, extended due dates, and opportunities for me to turn work in for half credit in an effort to help me pass. The story from my teachers was always the same – “he is very intelligent, but he just won’t do the work.” At that time, I was seen as a rebellious child/teen. The truth was I had trouble focusing and attending consistently to the various assignments that didn’t interest me. After dropping out of college in 2004, I felt as though I didn’t have many options for my future career. My mother worked for the state of Missouri and spoke with her friend who worked in the Vocational Rehabilitation Department about how I should seek out job opportunities. After telling him my school history, he said, “Maybe he should come in for testing.” No one prior had ever mentioned this idea before. After a day of being tested for various learning disabilities and learning deficits, I found myself diagnosed with the learning disability, ADHD.
As a young child, I was timid towards participating in class activities, and I would not seek help if I was struggling because I was terrified of judgement from both my teacher and my peers. I was so insecure about myself, that I became obsessed with the idea that I was obligated to complete any task anyone gave me because I was a burden on them and their life. I would go out of my way to help someone on their homework to my own grade’s deficit, or I would knowingly place myself into the middle of social drama I was not involved in simply because I could not say no. This eventually resulted in me becoming both emotionally and physically exasperated. I began to isolate myself from both friends and family. This way, I could not be held accountable for
This bubbler has beautiful two tone colored glass. The design will look majestic in your glass collection. This bubbler is made from borosilicate glass. The thick glass has a bent neck and a deep bowl. The bent neck will stop any splashback that would usually occur when you inhale. The flat base keeps the bubbler standing upright. The deep bowl can be packed with tobacco and dried herbs. One side of the bowl has a carb that regulates airflow. A raised milli is on the other side of the bowl. This bubbler is available in several colors.
When I was sixteen, I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder. I remember vividly, one winter day during my junior year of high school I started washing my hands, and, without reason, I could not stop. I scrubbed for minutes, refusing to slow even after my skin cracked and knuckles bled. That week I was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder. I started seeing a psychiatrist on a regular basis and I started taking medication to help deal with the mental illness. I never realized before the diagnosis how much my schoolwork had been affected by my OCD. There were days where I missed up to ten minutes of class because my hands weren’t properly cleaned after going to the bathroom. Other times I failed to comprehend entire class periods,
3. Why did influential individuals like Fisher, Keynes and Rockefeller believe that the downturn would only be temporary?