“There are many hidden dangers in life, be grateful that one of your hidden dangers is only a pink sugar cookie.” that is what the nurse said to me before saying, “I’m sorry that your Valentine’s Day ended like this, sweetie.” which inspired me as I walked out of the emergency room on February 14, 2008, I was 10 years old at the time.
The day began just like any other day, giggling and biking to Wakanda Elementary School with my friends. It was Valentine’s Day and we were going to walk with our 5th grade class to the nursing home up the hill, Autumn Village. We were going to play bingo with the residents. Of course the 5th grade class was excited because that meant that we didn’t have to do school work, we were going to play games all day
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Along with water and apple juice they brought each of us a cup and a cookie, I can’t remember if the residents or the children were more excited about our treat. We set the games aside as we munch on our juice and cookies, everyone else’s faces showed a pleasure like no other, mine showed terror. As my throat begins to tighten, as if I was being strangled, my tongue begins to swell. As I lean over to the older lady beside me, saliva slipping out of my lips, I say, “I can’t breathe, where is Mrs. Hasse?” My speech was slurred and wasn’t easy to understand, but the lady understood what was going on. As she waves Mrs. Hasse to our table I continued to sip on water, thinking that would solve whatever the problem was. Mrs. Hasse rushes to our table with a nurse, they do the normal routine of feeling my throat and asking me to open my mouth so they can examine my throat. Their facial expresses went from calm to concerned within seconds. As Mrs. Hasse whips out her phone and dials my parent’s phone number the nurse tells me, “It’ll be okay sweetie, you’re having an allergic reaction. What did you eat and drink?” I pointed to the cookie and the water, then she said, “Okay sweetie, we are calling your mom and then she will take you to the hospital so they can give you magical medicine to make you feel better.” As I nodded telling the nurse that I understand I wondered, “Is this how grandpa feels when he eats something he is allergic to?” As I sit there I see Mrs. Hasse collecting my snow gear as I see my mother’s minivan through the window screech to halt in front of Autumn Village. As I walk out to my mom, grasping my throat to show my discomfort, Mrs. Hasse fills my mom in then I wave goodbye as tears begin to stream down my rosy red
“MOM WHERE ARE WE GOING!!!” I said, feeling like I could burst at any moment it's a horrible thing to be car sick when you don't know what to do about it. “Don't worry dolly we will be there any second now” said Sharon, but I just know her as mom. “I think i'm dying!” I said, sinking into the back car seat. Mom didn't say anything as with my brother they just smiled. I wondered if they could see something I couldn't so I forced my body to sit up and unbuckle my seatbelt as my eyes lit up as if I saw an angel. It felt like everything was in slow motion. For months now I've been dying to go to Six Flags for one day and today was that day! “Do you feel better deer or should we go back home” mom said with an evil smile glancing at me through
The day began like a normal summers day. I woke up and was getting ready to go outside and play bullet with friends, which is dodgeball but if a ball hits one of your limbs you lose that limb. But then my dad asked me if I wanted to go fishing out in the Mackinaw river with him and his friend. So I said yes and we got in the car and drove to his friends house.
“One day I’m going to be really smart and go to WPI just like my big brother Brian!” I declared one morning as I indulged in a large stack of chocolate chip pancakes. I was a mere six year old girl, my mouth filled with rows of tiny baby teeth and my hair affixed in bouncy ponytails. At the time, I had a very limited view on what WPI was, but that didn’t stop me from proclaiming this proud statement with the most determination my tiny body could muster to anyone who would listen. Admittedly, my main motivation for attending WPI may have been the chocolate chip cookie my brother would award me when I visited his dorm. However, as time has progressed I have come to realize that WPI has a lot more to offer than chocolate chip cookies. In turn, I believe that I am an excellent match for WPI’s unique experience.
Today was the last day of school before spring break and already knew what i was going to do. It was a long day today because i was so anxious to leave. The bell rang for the buses and i was the first to leave. I got on the bus and was headed home. Mom and dad were already packing my bags and i couldn't wait to leave. All the bags were packed and that's when we got in the car and headed for the airport to go to Mt. Everest,
During the sugar experiment, my eyes were opened to how much sugar is in the foods I eat every day. My family is lactose intolerant, food preservative sensitive and I personally do not eat beef or pork of health reason, so going sugar-free was a little easier than expected. However, due to all the food restrictions, many of my substitutes had some form of sugar in them. For example, the sweetened almond milk as a substitute contained added sugar. Throughout the day, I realized exactly how much sugar I put into my body with my regular eating habits.
We are at a party on Friday night at Gabe’s house. I love looking at Peter when he isn’t looking he is so cute. Peter thought that I wanted to go but I really just like to look at him. Then we start talking about UVA. If I get in I don’t even know what I will be most excited about. Partly it will be because I will be with Peter all of the time, but I don't know what I’m most excited for yet. Margot my sister, is keeping me company while I decorate my easter eggs. I wish that she could be here for real and not just be on the phone, but she is at college in Scotland. She says she is coming down soon with her boyfriend Ravi. She also said that whenever he gets here that Peter and I, and Ravi and her can all go on a double date or something. I go to visit Stormy and elderly woman
On a cold Sunday morning in February, I woke up dreading the day. I had an essay to write, three pages of math homework to do, and two biology packets to copy. Four days later I would be having lunch with my mom, none of my homework done, telling her about the past three days I lived without her.
Back on July 8th of 2009, it started out like any other day. Blue skies, the smell of freshly cut grass and the sweet sounds of birds chirping out in the distance filled the air. My daily routine during the summer was to eat lunch and run down the street to hang out with my best friend Ben and his family. I scarfed down my turkey sandwich and ran down to his house. We had a full day of plans ahead of us such as playing video games, manhunt, and a whole bunch of running
It was December 23rd, and it was a cold snowy and windy day that morning when I woke up. It started with a warm hot chocolate with pancakes for breakfast. Then I hop in the car with my mom to ride to school at 7:15 because she works their, and I go to school their, so I ride with her. When my friends start showing up to school I know this will be my last day of school with my best friends since kindergarten, so I knew I have to make the most out of today. It started by playing football in the 3 feet of snow with them, and then the bell rang.
“UHHHHH,” I have school today, could there be anything worse than school. I dressed in my school uniform and jumped down the stairs. I walked towards the cabinet to find my yearly supply of cheerios, but when I saw the date on the calendar I went to my room and change into my shorts. It was June 20th the first day of summer! No school for two more months. I was the type of kid who wanted to explore the unknown such as the deepest darkest places in the basement or the highest but darkest places like the attic. Today I will celebrate the first day of summer by going into the attic and look into some old boxes. I ate my breakfast quickly waiting to discover the wonders that waited to be discovered.
It was about 6:00 A. M. on a warm Friday morning and I Zach was about to have the best day of the school year. The Food Fair was finally coming to our school. It happened all year but this particular year was the best because I finally saved more than enough money to actually buy food. I brushed my teeth, rushed on my clothes, quickly ate my breakfast and hurried into the car. I rapidly urged my mom to hurry up. I wouldn’t be late to an amazing school day.
It was just a normal, very BORING day, at the high school here in Glenwood, Iowa, I was very,very bored because we had to learn, as always. I was heading to lunch, my favorite part of the day, that when my best friend Frank came up to me.
Oh my god where is Alaina or Carolyn? I cannot wait to tell them about what am I going to do today! I thought to myself. I am a 6th grader who was Cupertino Middle School, early in the morning at 7:30 waiting for one of best friend’s to come so I could tell them something exciting. I had been waiting for minutes in the sun shine with so much excitement and happiness because it was the day where I was going to do something fantastically special!
It was another relaxed, fun day of 5th grade, and nothing mattered besides having a blast and doing enough so my mom wouldn’t ground me from my computer when I got my report card. I had most of my classes with my primary companions at the time, Jackson and Kyle, but most importantly we all had Math and Science together.
The following morning dawned, a crisp autumn day, I woke up excited, forgetting my tears from the night before. The bus came and we started a “first day picture with the bus” tradition and Mommy promised to meet me at school.