Personal Narrative: Dog Neurons

That day I was at school but was very worried about my little dog Fifi. Fifi was my life, and last night I had found her bleeding a little from her privates. I had cleaned her and set her on her bed with some cotton below her for the night. But today morning, after I walked her and fed her, she seemed okay I had settled her on her bed while going to school. Still, somehow, I couldn’t concentrate on my school work my mind kept going back to Fifi the whole day. Finally when I got home I rushed to her room and opened the door to see her passed out on her bed, when I saw her my heart literally dropped because I thought she was dead. I picked her up to see that she was still breathing but as I picked her up I could hear her cry and I broke out in

Now we couldn't see anything. It was hard to breathe. Me and my friends were all next to each other trying to find our way back. It was impossible because we couldn't see which way we were going. One of my friends said ¨I can't breathe!¨ all of us said it's ok we're gonna make it. Then my friend died in front of all of us. My friends started to die one by one, I saw them all die right in front of me. Then I realised that I wasn't gonna make it, so I started to cry because all my friends were dead, and I was about to die. Then someone came to me and said ¨Can you breathe.¨ But it was too late. As the guy came I suffocated to death. Well, I thought I was, but then I woke up in my house. I thought I was dead. It turned out that the guy saved me somehow. I don't know how he did, but he did. Everything was back to normal except for the fact that my friends

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

Yale is a wonderfully unique and supportive place filled with brilliant, interesting, and fun people. From reading numerous blog posts from the Bulldogs' Blogs, everyone seems so passionate on what they intend to do and I want the same. The Bulldog's Blogs blog post, ""What's Cultural Representation?" a Shades Perspective," is what really intrigued me into applying. Yale is a place where I won't feel left because of my skin color since I come from a white-majorized city. Although I haven't attended a MOH, I imagine it to be an empowering and beautiful event. Overall, It would be a dream come true to get admitted and enter the halls of Yale.

There are different effects of bites on different people ranging from general skin rashes to allergic reactions, which require immediate medical attention.

The effects of a dog bite can be especially devastating for young children, who often develop lifelong fears or phobias. Dog attacks can also leave scarring

Later on, Linda and I, happy together went to the garden to climb trees, eat leafy food, and pursue butterflies in playing field close by a colossal waterway. Linda overwhelmed by this awesome scene started to bounce up with energy. I took Linda by the hand and led her to a serene cow. This animal was enduring out there gnawing some grass. Linda followed it yielded on her stifler, she confronted and chuckled and said stunning!! My educator said the cows, sheep, and goats are ruminants, they eat simply grass. At that moment my only wish was to go to class I thought. At one time in a while, I played with little sheep, they are so dazzling, splendid creatures. Causing a gathering of fun we disregarded time. It was getting dreary, I expressed,

The brain-dead seldom seem like they’re dead. The rise and fall of their chests is so convincing, the ventilator seems like an ornament rather than the single source of oxygen that keeps their hearts beating. Their skin is warm to the touch, and condensation clings to the inside of the catheter from the fresh streams of body-temperature urine. Despite how peaceful they look, their bodies are undergoing progressive autolysis, utter and massive self-destruction. Without the helm of consciousness, my father and all of the patients in his section of the intensive care unit seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea – yet unconcerned about finding their way back to

Dogs, spiders, goldfish, and philosophy. The odd one out?... Goldfish - they’ve never given me a panic attack. I’ve been plagued with an interest in philosophy, particularly metaphysics. It started out from learning about the idea of an omniscient God. If I’m just a piece of his grand plan, is my future already predetermined? … I didn’t want to think about it. Later came a connection from biology, chemistry, and physics. Everything in the universe is composed of particles including me. If each one of those particles occupies a position and has a velocity, is the future completely determined by the projection of their collisions? This got me thinking - do I actually have free will? Physics and phenomena felt too different to me to really think I didn’t. I later started to learn about psychology and neuroscience and how consciousness arises from the interactions of different parts of our brain as well as their responses to environmental stimuli. It made me conceptualize my entire sense of self as a product of

Having somewhat of an idea of where we were, I dragged Curzon’s limp body out of the boat. He seemed better than he was in the prison, but not as cheery as the day we met. I knew they would by now there would be posters everywhere displaying that we should be turned in. I scampered into the woods dragging Curzon like a tail on a dog. I noticed a small, rotting shack. Hopefully no one was home. The door creaked as we went in. It was dark except for a crack through they ceiling that displayed a beckoning skylight. It called me like my mother. I walked over and touched it. I looked up to see a door, the size fit for a dwarf. “Where are you” Curzon shouted. He spotted me and limped over. I showed him the door and opened it. Suddenly,

Recently, I read an article about how the brain is not fully matured until the age of 25. With this knowledge, I have constructed a contract to prevent issues caused by my underdeveloped brain. This contract will prevent me from getting into unwanted trouble and will prevent my parents from future stress and headaches. It will be broken down into 3 parts: home life, school life, and social life.

Writing about myself is hard because I think too fast that my ideas are never in any kind of order let alone grammatically in order I can’t spell nor write as fast as I think, but what I can is so much more I can speak to you about anything I know and if I don’t know it becomes my goal to learn it and that is what thrives me in my career goals. I have a plan and then I have dreams; my plan is a more realistic version of my dreams and that is to become a research molecular biologist but my plan is to start school maybe finish after a masters be a teacher for a couple of years and then quit to get a PhD the real difference between these two thought processes is that I follow my dream and give flame fire and love to my

You sense as being a mange canine. For years I got too high to cry I did not care to live but die. I verbally express no one could possibly know what its relish to be in a place, you didn't have the desire to go, but now I wish to not be here. I can’t accept this fate but don't my legs to wont allow me to move. What do I do? Now they’re indicating “you’re okay right now, be strong be tough they say, you used to be when effective; people swam to you with no trouble, elegance and toughness; I don't know which is worse being taken by a stranger or raped by a fellow comrade someone that you know. Inside I was screaming no but my mouth didn’t work at that time and stays shut. I'm using all the vigor I have inside of me, not to let this thing break

The brain's default mode is when a person is not active or focuses on the present experience that is occurring. The default mode also occurs when the individual is thinking about others, thinking about themselves, remembering the past, and planning for the future. When people are mindful they are able to make better respond and decision in their life despite not being in default mode most of the time. An experience where I was aware I was in default mode is when in class and not putting attention. One day, about a week ago in math class I was so into my thoughts, that when I realize this I had missed a great portion of inequalities that day. However, I noticed that I was thinking about what happen yesterday on my show which is Degrassi on