Essay On Tourette's Syndrome

In first grade I had a very hard time with a teacher in school. The teacher would yell at me a lot. The teacher did not understand me. I would get angry and frustrated and I would throw desk and chairs. In third grade I was diagnosed with autism. I started reading in kindergarten. By the end of my first grade year I could not read any more. My mom was worried.

Tourette’s syndrome is a disorder where the affected individual will consistently exhibit “tics”. In the majority of cases these ticks are minor in character, it may just be the urge to blink, or make certain facial gestures. Less than 15% of individuals exhibit coprolalia, which is the unwarranted exclamations of profanities or other socially forbidden remarks. Perhaps those in our generation who are aware of Tourette’s syndrome have learned its symptoms through pop culture, which has glamorized (to some extent) the more severe cases of Tourette’s syndrome in YouTube videos or the animated satire of South Park. Most with Tourette’s syndrome have been diagnosed 5-8 years in childhood and experience the waning of the number and severity of

Amelia Earhart is credited as saying "Never interrupt someone doing what you said couldn't be done." This quote reminds me that things that some people think are impossible can be accomplished. I am still only ten years old so I really haven’t been able to accomplish anything that other people would think is impossible so far. However, my big dream, to perform on Broadway in a hit show is very difficult to achieve because there are so many other talented people who want to do this. Plus, New York is on the other side of the country and I haven’t even been able to visit Broadway yet because it is very expensive to get plane tickets and rent hotel rooms. Nevertheless, I am willing to work hard and sacrifice for my dream. While other kids

In my life I have failed at many things, but I have always been able to recover. When I was in the sixth grade I had convinced myself that I was the most accomplished artist in my entire school; I thought I could challenge an eighth grader in the school’s bi-annual art competition

As my brother enter first grade his teachers noticed that he was struggling with reading and math. They told my parents about it, but since they weren’t home until after five I was given the responsibility to help my brother everyday after school. I was about 11 or 12 at the time and didn’t understand what dyslexia was or why he had it. The only thing I knew was that I was supposed to help my brother because that’s what family does. Everyday we would get off the bus, have our snack and

My goal in life is to help people who are less fortunate than me. I want to help even if is just one person. Because that one person can change the world. Trying to figure out what I want to do without knowing how to help someone is hard. There is some many jobs and careers out there where you help someone, but I want to help someone more than one time. Making this decision is hard, it will be the reason for what I do for the rest of my life and that is scary. It is scary because I do not want to regret my decision. I do not want to look back and think in should have decided something else. I want to make the right decision the first time. Making the right decision for the rest of my life is something I do not look for to

I believe my purpose in life is to show love and compassion to those who are hurting. My dream is to be a pediatric oncology nurse. The reason I want to be a pediatric oncology nurse is because I want to shine light into the lives of those experiencing dark times. Being a child and having to go through various medical treatments takes a tremendous toll on both the family and the child. I want to be able to help people through that and provide the best quality care

In order to get the help I needed, my mom had to pick me up two hours early from school every day and bring me to Anderson Elementary, where the speech therapist was located. Being forced to leave school early didn't help my social issues. The friends I had turned on me, and I became the weird girl. I no longer had people to eat lunch with, and invitations to birthday parties stopped arriving in the mail. I was mocked on a daily basis by people I had previously considered to be friends. Everyone had their own conspiracy theories about me; it hurt. Along with my new-found social struggles, my grades began to drop and I knew I had to make a

I want to make a difference in others’ lives and help others dream come true like I am making my own. When anyone mentions my name when I’m dead and gone, I want others to remember me as determined and motivated. I want my kids to look back at my life and be better than what I have been throughout my years. I want my children to be like I was growing up knowing that family sticks together I only had one sibling growing up which was my oldest brother, and we stick together no matter what the situation was rather he was right or wrong, or I was right or wrong we stuck together. I want my kids to be that way I would like for them to continue our

We started seeing me struggle more as an individual because there were some classes that were just not working out.So at some point in this small mess we finally found the option of an auditory proccessing disorder. So we finally set up an appointment with the auditory processing professional. We did this to try and accommodate my needs for school (as my mom would put it a square peg in a round hole). We did not pick up on this earlier because the grade schools would lend the extra support, but high school was more rigid so that’s why we ended up in this place. So we do go to this place, and I take all these tests that fried my brain because they were made to pick on my APD. Finally we were done with the (terrible tests). Later that month we received results that were positive on my APD. And I am now doing much better in school, and we are currently looking into options to fix “it” (including websites). It is actually not that hard to fix and I am so excited to turn the page and begin.

My mom wanted to give me a second chance. This time would be different, and I could be known as someone who was smart. This would be the turning point, little did I know at the time. I was blessed with an amazing teacher who believed in me. She worked with me on how to read, and told my mom I was smart. The other teacher just never taught me correct reading strategies. From this point forward, I would excel. I made a personal decision to stop telling teachers I had epilepsy. It was well controlled and nobody needed to know. All I wanted was to be treated like everyone else. I didn't need to be given easier assignments, because they thought I couldn't handle it. I didn't need the special treatment. I wanted the opportunity to learn and grow just like every other kid on the block. After all, I was like all the other

As a young child I was surrounded by substance abuse, violence, and poor life choices that put me in foster care. My mom worked hard to save me from those situations and now I work hard everyday to build a better life for myself. As the first person in my family to attend college my goal is not just to graduate at the top of my class but to move past them and achieve my life's ambition to become a teacher; not held back by my family situation.

Eventually, I have one life to live to reach my potential, serve humanity the best way and leave my mark, and I strongly believe I have all the potential, determination and dedication to pursue that ambitious

Life sometimes seems scary. The fear of failure and the fear of the unknown make a person rethink its choices and goals, this happens all the time. As time passes, be days, moths, years or only simply one experience can change our whole vision of the world, about life, about what really matters and consequently about our goals. Throughout my whole life I have questioned so many aspects of my life, of existence, and consequently about my future. I never stopped wanting to achieve something big, that could change the whole world, some amazing adventure that would be the one thing that would give birth to all the amazing things that could happen next. As time passed I realized that life itself is one big adventure, and that what I will do every day will matter for me and for the people around me. I realized that life is not some perfect movie where there are good guys, bad guys and that in the end of one amazing journey everything would be solved. It may be a childish vision of the world, but it had motivated me for years to do the thing I believed would help me achieve this, and to believe in myself. Obviously as I grew up, I saw what the world really looked like, that sacrifices have to be made, that there are things which no one can control, that if I want something I have to work really hard. In today society everything counts.