Personal Narrative: Nerve Action Potential

In the next few decades, Vancouver is expected to have a large influx in population which could add up to a few hundred thousand people. Unfortunately, this creates a traffic problem, as presently the only ways to cross the Burrard Inlet (between Vancouver and the North Shore) are via the Lions Gate bridge (3 lanes total), the Ironworkers Memorial bridge (6 lanes total), or the Sea Bus (foot passengers only). Presently, the lines for the current bridges can stretch for up to 30+ minutes on each side, which is a nightmare for anyone who has to cross the bridge everyday to get to work, or for any other reason. To solve this traffic congestion problem, we are proposing that a bridge be built across the Burrard inlet to ease the traffic burden on the other two bridges.

Scenario #3: In the event of an unplanned closure of both the Walt Whitman and Ben Franklin Bridge, traffic will be detoured to either Commodore

My neurosurgeon, husband, daughter, and I agreed to a plan. On February 18, he will be removing the right side of my hardware from my skull down to C-2/3 where he will saw the rod in half and leave the rest of my fusion. The right side of my fusion has failed. While removing the fusion, he will be taking four screws out of my brain and one out of my neck. My fusion was placed nine years and two months ago; therefore, it has been in my body for a long time. He is leaving in the left side of my fusion, which is from my skull to C-5 because my neck is not stable enough without it. After he removes the titanium hardware, he will be taking a cadaver bone as well as removing bone marrow from my hip to rebuild my skull. He has to cut down the

The second day of my practice I felt that I had made some progress towards my goals of improving my time management and getting my documenting done earlier and providing relevant healing initiatives for my client.

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

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose!”-Dr. Seuss. College is a choice where you chose what you want to do in life. How you want to direct yourself in succeeding in that goal. You might be someone that doesn’t chose to go to college, which is whatever because college isn’t for everyone. College brings us new opportunities in life. I was very interested in Augustana University during the college fair because they have sports, many majors, study abroad, and more!

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,

Growing up I never understood why I acted and looked the way I did. By the age of ten I realized that I was different, I did not look like my parents and I did not act like them. Yes, there were some similarities but overall I was the complete opposite. Remembering back to sophomore year I was sitting in my Biology class, learning about genetics. My mom and dad have piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, while I had more of a green color in my eyes and red-brown hair. I learned about recessive traits and later that day I went home and researched more. As I researched I found out about a non threatening disease called heterochromia iridium, which is where your irises are different colored. From that point forward I realized that I loved genetics.

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

Your evidence for DNA is the most practical and straight forward of all evidence. We all see parts of ourselves from both parents, as we see us and our parents, in our children. I look just like my mom with the exception of my dad’s complexion and hair type. My son baby pictures, look just like my mom, yet now he favors my dad more. I, myself, am completely an extrovert, with a very outgoing personality just as my mother is, whereas my father is just the opposite. My son is starting to take this trait from myself and my mom, easily seen in his never meeting a stranger, talkative, funny ways, as well as his mischievousness LOL.

While talking to new classmates about our body biographies last week Friday, I realized something rather important. I realized that we all have different lives, bodies, and experiences. I became cognizant of the idea that we are all unique. I just find it so fascinating that as humans, it is natural for us to look at someone that we don’t even know and make assumptions; we are incredibly quick to judge. But when we look at someone from the outside, all we see is an exterior view; we can see hairstyles, clothes, height, weight, etc. However, when we look at someone, we can’t see their background. We don’t know their story. Having the body biographies discussion was such a critical reminder that we really don’t know anyone until we know their backstory.

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

This kind was the type that would raise and lower to allow ships through for ports and such. And it’s only just my luck that the bridge was left in the raised position and the controls were on the other side. I went into a nearby building, moving cautiously and quietly to hear any footsteps. One creaky board and all of them were on my case in a matter of two seconds. After the building was cleared, I got to the rooftop, jumped the tiny gap to the next, Now the issue was reaching the bridge… my choice was either a dangerous trip all the way around to the other side, or a potentially dangerous jump that could end it right now. Without thinking too much, I walked back, ran as hard as I could, and launched myself through. It was very anxiety inducing. I barely caught the railing. I sat there for a couple seconds, started swaying then swung my feet over, crawled under the railing, and caught my breath. Taking the risk paid off. Afterwards I took a rather leisurely stroll down the bridge. Although it was creaking a lot in the wind. I made my way to the control panel on the other side. This time, it wouldn’t be so easy. The bridge had to be lowered, since jumping was definitely not a possibility. I opened the control box, and after a few minutes found the switch. The bridge started lowering and the roar of the generator definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed. As soon as it got kind of close, I hurdled over the edge of the gate, and sought out the height advantage. Being on level ground would give me a huge disadvantage against their numbers. I found a scaffolding leading to the roof of another building. Surely enough, it didn’t even take a minute for a massive horde to form, and they all saw me. I must’ve been stuck there for at least an hour, beating down the ones that went up. Eventually, it was clear enough to walk down. Back on the road again. Eventually the city streets which were flushed out from the generator uprising,

When I was a kid, I thought I would be a professional writer. As a youth, I would constantly read, write short stories, and attempt to write plays. I would often dream of being a great novelist who had the power to control how a story would end. Being a novelist was a dream for me, and one that I think I could have achieved if it hadn’t been for my freshmen year of High School. Due to an unforeseen instructor change, lack of support, and a negative influence, my dream was crushed and I would never be the same.