Personal Narrative: Ruptured Aneurysm

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

3rd grade was when I started being bullied. Until the age of 11, I was what you would call overweight. I always ate more than I should have, and well, I didn’t stop. It never used to be that way, and I don’t really know what changed. The first half of my childhood was what I would consider great back then. I was your typical sweet and spoiled girly-girl. I wore dresses and had curly platinum blond hair, with bangs across my forehead. Back when I was that young, I was always energetic, what little kid isn’t? I was always running around and taking walks with my grandma, but that all ended when she died back in 2010. After that, I never wore dresses, I even started dying my hair, I became lazier, and that’s what led up to me

When my mom would send me off to school, nobody ever liked the new guy. I felt so scared, and awkward.I was bullied because of the color of my skin. I tended to be a little darker not only because of my roots but because long hard hours working with my dad after school. Resulted of me having sun burns. I was called every name in the book,and it was tough for me. Having to go to school and get treated like an old rag was already enough to what I would come home everyday with. I’d just get home and right away start working with my dad just to start giving us some income. I had to get used to this type of work everyday for the rest of my life. I wasn't so sure even if I even wanted to keep going to school. I mean I was already not caring for school and working with my dad after school. I wanted to drop out. To leave everything behind. I didn't need to keep going. I was a nobody. Nobody wanted me. My classmates told me so many times. I started to believe

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

The first days of school became the saddest days of my life. Not only was I missing my parents, but also I was intimidated. I was used to getting the best grades at my former school; here in New York, I was something different, somehow less. I neither liked nor understood what was happening to me. Because of my inability to speak fluently, and without inventing words, a few weeks after trying to fit in at school I decided to give up. I limited my social life to talk only to Spanish speakers, I did well in every subject except for English, and I lost all my interest in learning proper

The school was very far away, inside this old neighborhood, and was on the other side of Columbia; while we were passing the neighborhood, I had this eerie feeling and I didn’t like it, I knew from there this isn’t going to be a fun experience. My sister, my mom, and I got inside the school and were settled in from there; my 5th grade teacher name was Karen Bowling and she was the sweetest and kindest teacher, if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn’t get comfortable with the new school and new environment that quickly. I made a few friends but still was shy and reserved, but I made a best friend that year her name was Kathryn Hamm. She had the same thinking like I did, she was funny, and we got attached quickly but by mid year things changed. I suddenly gained a lot of weight; I started looking very healthy, I had hair on my face,

I remember waking up in the mornings after a long night of thinking and tears. I would always say school is important and that was what motivated me, it was my distraction from the side life that i was living and no one knew about. I remember walking into my classes and trying my best to concentrate but it was nearly impossible for me, . I have always been the girl who no matter what the situation is, has maintained a smile and a positive attitude towards life and situations. Although. no one knew what was going on inside of me, i did because it had reflected on my classes especially those that needed my full and undivided attention. I was traumatized but i didn't know that was the reason why concentrating in my classes was harder than it had ever been. I was confused and didn't know how to react to what was happening to me, all i knew was that i didn't like it. i was a victim of molestation throughout my freshman and sophomore year. but i didn't know that. i was scared to tell my parents what was going on because i was scared of what could have happened to me or my family,. Throughout

My last class of the day was Algebra one, which was “ok” but only because I was relatively good at math. And even though I'm pretty good at math I was still having problems keeping up with the material and just wanted to quit. Some days waking up seemed almost impossible. Getting out of bed was so difficult. Going to school each morning was a struggle. And winters were even more unbearable. I hate going to school when it's as hot as an oven outside, so why do I have to go when it's sub zero temperatures outside. I'm finally getting out the door, The wind so cool sending chills throughout my body. Each breath sent an intense burning sensation through my nostrils and down my throat . I felt so anxious getting to school, I did not want to be late. And to make matters worse, some classroom didn't have heat. It made leaving my nice warm bed that much harder to

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

In the case of this patient, the patient has been admitted after an abdominal aortic aneurysm (Jim & Thompson, 2015). An abdominal aortic aneurysm can happen because of the wall surrounding the aorta is compromised and becomes weak (Jim & Thompson, 2015). When the wall is compromised, the blood can seep out and create issues, therefore the aneurysm is seen (Jim & Thompson, 2015). There are many risk factors that may increase the chances of having an abdominal aortic aneurysm such as smoking, hypertension, other aneurysms and being male (Collins, 2013). In order to assess the aneurysm, there are 2 lab tests that need to be performed to get an accurate understanding and those are the pulmonary artery pressure, or PAP, and the pulmonary artery wedge pressure, or PAWP (Silvestry, 2015).

In kindergarten I had the best teachers in the world. Mrs. Madden and Ms. Belcher I will never forget those two. It was my first day at Hodges Elementary I cried my butt off but they made me feel welcome anyway. Ms. Belcher is now what we call an old family friend whenever I need her she's always there even when I don't half of the time. I can always count on her for anything. Also in elementary school I found my best friend for life. While Middle School on the other hand wasn't such a walk in the park for me. Throughout elementary I was with the people that I had known for years but walking into middle school was nothing like those days. I was now surrounded by kids that I had never seen before from different middle schools throughout the district. Yeah I had many rough days but I seem to make it through with the help of my family and friends. Sixth grade what's the hardest year for me because my best friend left to stay with her dad in Alabama but she returned my seventh grade

In seventh grade I was extremely more confident going into the new year than I was when I was in sixth grade. In seventh grade I got Mr.Kurlanski as my homeroom teacher. I heard a lot of great things about him, so I was very excited about this year. My fear for my seventh grade year was getting harder work. It ended up being the year with my highest, easy to come by grades. My emotions toward seventh grade was very positive. I loved my class so much, I had a lot of really good friends that made the school year so fun. It was the best class I was ever in and I will always remember it. Mackenzie, Naina, Tim, Sean, and I were like a mini squad and we had the best year ever. I became even more myself this year because it made me a crazy child as

The days and weeks that followed were unbelievable. It was just one of those times in life where you never think its going to end. Each day drags on and you wake up with the same feeling of bleakness every single morning. Although it was I hard, I still went to school and endured what I would now consider the hell of my high school life. When I walked down the hallways at school, I felt the endless stares and the feeling of nothing but lies surrounding me. I remember hearing my name at random times, where small groups of people thought I was out of ears distance. Not to say I enjoyed it, some of the things that people said I’d rather not hear anyone say about me EVER. I was looked upon like I was a disease that no one wanted anything to do with. I felt lonely, regretful, disgusted and cast out. Cast out of every part of high school, friends, family and even my teachers looked at me differently.