Personal Narrative: The Organ Of The Brain

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

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

The week’s journal entry I will discuss a situation where I had either an internal locus of control or an external locus of control. I will also discuss if I was not in control of the events, what I was in control of and how I handled the situation. Attitude plays a huge role in one’s response to situations that may arise. People sometimes get bent out of shape when the smallest things in life happen, for example, the person who cuts in front you in the supermarket. When this situation occurs there are two things that can happen. The first one being you become extremely upset at the person cutting in front or the second response being in control of your emotions and try to be understanding. In my case a situation happened a few weeks ago and

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.

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

I was twelve when my sister went “mad”. The hidden family suspicions confirmed as I sat watching her write across her bedroom walls in colored sharpies. She would ramble one thing or another, as if to explain the meaning of each equation or symbol. She was a mathematician, and a brilliant one at that. Her autistic tendencies rubbed off on me growing up and together we studied the people around us in bewilderment. More socially apt as I was, I became the psychologist, she the mathematician. Together we dreamed of all the great things we would do.

I stumble out my one-night-stand’s apartment grasping on to the nearest railing for support. Sloppily, I buckle my belt and take a swig from my vodka bottle, stinging my throat with every drop. The bottle slips out of my hand crashing at my feet, almost in slow motion. I giggle hysterically and hobble down the steps. My brain is numb and filled with psychotic thoughts. I grab the car door handle and slump into the cushioned seat, nearly passing out, from a night of careless sex and non-stop alcohol can really put a load on a 5’6, skinny guy. Without thinking a grab my keys and start the car pulling out to the abandoned, dimly lit freeway. Everything was better at night.

My diagnostic impression is (1) Social Anxiety Disorder (meeting criteria of overwhelming fear of ridicule from her peers, fear of embarrassment of others seeing her experience anxiety, and avoidance of situations that may cause embarrassment and exacerbate her anxiety) and (2) Major Depressive Disorder (meeting criteria of depressed mood, fatigue, isolation, loneliness, irritability, intermittent sleep impairment, and poor concentration).

When reading through the points listed in the article, I found myself connecting to all them. Some I found to be more of a weakness than others, but all the same, they were relatable.

Prompt 6: My favorite academic subject by far is psychology. I’ve always been intrigued by why people do what they do and once I started watching the TV show criminal minds, my interest sparked in psychology. The way they profile people and really give an understanding of human actions makes my brain wander off. So that inspired me to take regular psychology last year and take AP-Psychology this year. My first year in psychology really caught my eye because the material was relatable and the work was challenging. We wrote essays, had class discussions, and worked on public speaking. Participating in all of these helpful assignments has made me realize I love a good challenge and that public speaking is easy for me. So far in AP-Psychology,

The body and soul are twins, when one parts the other must follow. The soul of his longtime comrade, Wyatt Gifford was long gone. The effects of rigor mortis replaced the boisterous facial expressions that were once so familiar. Here laid the lifeless, cold corpse of Gifford, whose soul was no longer a prisoner of the body. Gifford’s soul seemed to have lingered in the body, and then it sought its escape, as its life comrade – the body – no longer functioned. All that remained of the companion of his boyhood was an empty shell. Gifford’s body had no practical use; it didn’t have to carry a soul of a person full of life and energy.

I many great times at my house. When I am at home I do many things one of the things I like to do the most is play video games other on my PlayStation or on my computer. When I play on my computer there is this program called steam. Steam is an interactive game store that has all of your favorite games. Depending on how good your computer is depends which games you will be able to play. You can build your own computer just for gaming. This peticular task could be very difficult depending on what you know. The most I important things you will need is a way to power the computer a cooling system, processors, graphics card and other important items. You could just buy a computer meant for gaming but sometimes those are overpriced and don't have very good graphics cards and processors. When console gaming there is a big difference becuase all you need to do is go to your local GameStop and pick up some games to play with your brand new console and play with some friends or play singelepalyer.

This explains the difficulties people have in creating a coherent narrative: if the two sides of the brain are not working together, the story will be either chaotic and confused--overwhelming feeling, overwhelmed thought--or superficially logical but lacking the emotional oomph of a good coherent autobiographical story. There is a connector between the two sides, the corpus callosum. This is how the two sides of the brain communicate. The corpus callosum is the bundle of nerves that connects the two sides and integrates the emotional and cognitive aspects of our existence. We need the functions of both sides to have balance and derive the most out of life. Hypothalamus--receives incoming information through our senses: sight, smell, hearing,

I really wouldn't want to share a brain with anyone. I think it would be extremely frustrating to not ever be alone physically, but also you would never even be alone in your thoughts.

Once, I was snoring so loud that I sacred my own self. When I had finished a long day at work ; I decided to take a nap. This nap was not like the others, I wanted to see if I moved around while sleeping because I couldn't sleep. I recorded my self sleeping, then the next day I open the file and see a loud and scary snore. I was so scared that I thought my house was haunted. I was determined to find out the source of the unrecognized noise. I asked around my house if anyone knew what that noise was , and they all stared at me and laughed. The discomfort of an unrecognized sound can be frustrating, but once you realize it was all along you its just normal.