Where And How Do I Start?

I sat under the table and waited for my mom to arrive. When my mom got there, I came out and sat next to her. The principal pointed at my mom and said, “You, you Ms. Hammett are the problem. You refuse to discipline him at home and created a monster you send here to terrorize students, teachers, and staff. Then you complain to the county that we aren’t doing our job! How dare you, you should be ashamed of yourself.” She then told my mom if it were up to her she would remove me from the school permanently but it wasn’t up to her. I learned later that the law wouldn’t allow her to kick me out. The law protected kids like me, who had special educational needs and behavioral problems that stem from our disability, from being thrown out of school unless we became a danger to others or ourselves. We left the school that day with my mom reassuring me that she was working on getting things fixed and that they were not going to kick me out. As many problems as there were, I still wanted to be there because on good days, I got to learn. I wasn’t as stupid as they all thought I

After being bullied a great deal in middle school, I stepped into freshman year of high school with a lack self-esteem and trust in myself. I didn’t believe I could make top ten percent in my class, I didn’t believe I could pass the Pre-AP classes my parents had signed me up for and, I didn’t believe I could make friends. The most amazing thing about this, was that not only did I prove to myself that I could succeed at everything that I had once doubted myself in, but my experience in regaining my self-esteem completely changed my personality and created the person I am today.

After that thing, my mom merely said I looked ugly , even now , I go abroad, and I always talked a lot with my mom. Not like other students who may talked once a week about some boring things such as how is your life , how are you recently, on the contrary , I nearly talked with my mom twice a day, sometimes nearly 4 hours talking, which made us wont miss each other too

This adverse event should be escalated properly so that the administration and other doctors are aware of the outcome. This death could have been prevented, and others should be able to learn from this. We don’t know the full story from this short problem described in the book, but many questions arise from the situation. Was she completely aware of the risks? Did she know she was not a good candidate for the surgery?

After a couple minutes I got up and she took me to my room which I shared with 3 other kids that were around my age and so happens to me the room all the way down at the end of the hallway. That day was the longest day and one of the roughest days of my life but it went and another day came. Still not over the fact that I don’t get to see my mom until who knows. A year has passed and I have made friends and lost friends because they either went back to their family or got a new family and I was one of the few that were there since I arrived a year ago. I knew after that year that I would never see my mom again all though she said she would get me back soon which hurts because she lied to me which wasn’t anything new, but just knowing that I never knew my real dad and now never will see my mom or any other family just stuck with me and every night I would just lay there crying and thinking about what is going to happen to me when or if I ever leave this place and that happened the entire time I was in this children’s home which was for four

My Mom wanted to be there but she had no choice. She at the time left a three year old and I at the time was ten years old so I had to step up and take care him. My Dad would always be at work at times my older Sister would also help but ever since then I just felt like a Mom. Growing up it was just me and my little Brother. I missed out a lot as a kid because I had a big responsibility in my hands. When I got out of Elementary I was barely going to school. My grades were bad, my attendance even worse, and it was all because I didn’t care anymore. Being in school, I was always either late, skipping

My home has been a place of many medical incedents. My mother has had countless operations before i was old enough to understand. I was three years old for her first one, and I tried to be the a good son. I hoped that if I loved her enough, her surgery would go well and shed be ok. When i had gotten older, i had become much more fearful for her welbeing, but my grandmother was always there to calm ma down and not lose it.

When I first moved to Canada, I became a victim of this threat known as bullying. In grade 4, in 2008, I had first come to Canada, from India. I didn’t know how to speak English, and so, people used this as an excuse to pick on me. One kid whole bullied me a lot was Ravi. He used to make fun of me because I couldn’t talk to others and told other that I was anti-social. Also, he would take any good lunch I had, he would make fun of me when playing games, and even spread false rumours. I first kept my bullying problems hidden from my parents, but gradually, as things got worse, I told them. They talked to our teacher, Mr. Douglas. Mr. Douglas talked to Ravi, and he stopped bullying me. Even though he isn’t the friendliest person today, he doesn’t

While I was waiting sitting in a room full of colorful posters about behavior with lots of paper shelf's,the principal was thinking what was she going to do with me and trying to contact my parents to tell them about

craniotomy and a partial resection of her temporal lobe, cancer returned in the worse way

I thought the nightmare would stop in middle school. However, middle school was a lot worse, not only was I verbally assaulted but also physically. As the days went by, I felt an increasing animosity towards my new language. (Since it was the root if all my problems.) I don’t know how my mom found out, but even thought I didn’t admit it, I was relived she did. Joe1, who bullied me on a regular basis, was expelled from the school. However I felt guilty since he was just a kid who didn’t know

One day in class, I finally had had enough of the barbaric comments the boys had said so I began to cry in class. The teacher confronted me after class and I told her what the boys had been doing. She took me to another guidance counselor and so I told that guidance counselor what had been going on. Sadly, she had informed me that she could not do anything since it was the first time hearing of this so I told my parents I wanted to switch schools.

I have faced both troubles and issues throughout my life. Growing up at a very young age I was told I was too this, or too that in school and at

In October of my sophomore year, my mother sat me down on our couch and told me she had breast cancer. My mother has a habit of spinning terrible news to sound like casual conversation. She said that we would go into this optimistic, hoping for something small or easily handled. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with stage three malignant phyllodes tumors in her right breast. Hearing this, I was devastated. My mother had recently been recovering from a car accident in which she was a pedestrian hit by a speeding vehicle. We had finally finished the multiple surgeries necessary to fix her lower spine, left shoulder, and pelvis. It felt as though we had just come out of that. It seemed unreal that we would have two physical tragedies so close

My earliest childhood memories are of constant fear. A skinny kid, vampiric skin with crooked teeth, somewhat shy and reserved with social anxiety, I was an easy target for bullies, which made my issues even more difficult to handle. I never spoke to anyone about my feelings because I felt that it was considered a weakness. At the age of four I started playing video games. As I got older, I was almost consider to be a part of me. I saw the joy that my parents got when