Eighth Doctor

While reading Side Effects by Amy Goldman Koss I noticed how Izzy has power over a lot of characters. One example of power is how Izzy has power over the nurses in the Children’s Hospital are controlled by the protagonist Izzy. On page sixty eight Izzy says,” When I said stop, Tanya [the nurse] stopped. She didn’t start again until I told her to.” This demonstrates power because Izzy is telling Tanya when to put the chemo treatment in her. When it hurts Izzy says stop and she does. Tanya even wait

different time and galaxy, this is the life of the Doctor and all his companions. Doctor Who is a witty, sci-fi, British TV show, whose main character, the Doctor, spends his life saving civilizations throughout time and space in his TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space). He has human companions who accompany him on his adventures;one of these companions is Clara Oswald. I identify with Clara because: I would love to travel with the Doctor, she is very kind, and witty, and finally, she knows

for fun. Even though we competed in meets, I wasn’t a very competitive person until the my eighth grade year. In eighth grade, I began to take competing seriously and tried to focus on improving my times. I even joined Crawfish Aquatics, a swimming program that trains you on the off-season, that year. Then, I was given some devastating news. “Madisen, I you need to take a year off of swimming,” my doctor told me and my mom. This news crushed my world. I had been having trouble with my knees for

into being born a day early, I was born to my mother, delivered by more than seven doctors, across the street from what is now my dream college.  I was what both my parents enjoy to mention as much as possible, a very difficult child ever since birth; as I had independently decided I would rather be different and special, and I came out sideways.  Which, due to my ingenious acts my mother who was surrounded by doctors, was in the best hands. When I was a kid, I dreamed of becoming someone that my

In the eighth grade, I had a game for my travel soccer team, Pinecrest Premier. We were now playing our eighth vigorous game together. Standing tall in the center of the defense, blocking every ball sent from the other teams’ midfielders. Until, the striker on the other team pushed me to the floor with all his might. I fell in an awkward manner, on my side, and landed painfully on my shoulder. While falling, I felt like a rag doll, I had no control over my body I was just falling. Then, after what

nonfictions, thus making him very aware of what he is writing. This gives him an edge over omitting certain descriptions. This technique is used in one of his story “The doctor chewed the beard on his lower lip and looked at Dick Boulton. Then he turned away and walked up the hill to the cottage.” Reader figures that the doctor is nervous, uncertain and maybe bit scared of Dick. Hemingway doesn’t tell the reader directly about the emotions and feeling, but leaves it on to readers to infer. The same

back of train cars for years, took a toll on his ankles. He would always go to the doctors and complain of how bad his ankles hurt. All of the doctors said the same thing, “Rusty, you’re going to have to have an ankle replacement if you want the pain to stop.” He would always just say he didn’t need it, but finally, he could not take the pain anymore. He finally agreed to have the ankle replacement surgery. The doctors told him everything he needed to know. They told him that they would take out the

It was the first day of my eighth grade year. I remember it vividly. I wore a blue button up shirt with a pair of jeans that I cut to wear as shorts and cuffed. I had blonde hair that fell halfway down my back and bangs that fell just above my glasses. I was excited and terrified at the same time. It was a new year; a new start. The last school year wasn’t so great. My mom was constantly going in and out of the hospital which meant I was pulled out of school a few times. I had to miss a state test

As a child, I was always outspoken. I was the typical kid that questioned any and everything I encountered. Growing up in a Jamaican household, my mom and grandmother gave me the name ‘mout-a-massi’ which was patois (our english dialect) for blabber mouth. The people in my neighborhood at the time loved me. I was outgoing and always ready to lend a hand. I can remember a specific times where an old lady by the name of Miss.Peggy used to sit on her steps and read her folklore poetry out loud

After two years of this pain and many doctor appointments, a neurologist finally diagnosed him with a serious neck injury. During these two years, had my father gotten into another car accident, he would have been paralyzed from the whiplash. My father underwent successful surgery when I was in the ninth grade and was in physical therapy for about six months when he started experiencing the pain again. After a second surgery, more rehab and more pain, my father was beginning to lose hope. He was