Drowning I wake up and step into a small puddle‚ the puddle is not really there‚ it is just the way I visualize my anxiety always there‚ but not always debilitating. I get ready for school then get in to the car. In the car my brother points out one of my insecurities‚ the water rises to my ankles. I get to school and the water rises to my knees‚ at school the water never drains below my knees. The water makes it difficult to walk through the halls. I trudge through the halls to P.E. where we are
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nowadays. Hero‚ is one of the classics of the film and literature. Like many of my generation.I have a weakness for hero worship. At some point‚ however‚ we all begin to question our heroes and need for them.This leads us to ask: What is a hero? Despite immense differences in cultures‚heroes around the world generally share a number of characteristics that instruct and inspire people. A hero does something worth talking about. A hero has a story of adventure to tell and a community who will listen. But
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staircase and badly injured my head. It was a Saturday evening when me and my cousins were having a wonderful time playing hide and seek. It all started when we really got bored of playing football in my cousins backyard. I got an idea of playing hide and seek in the house. My parents and every adult in the house were fine with us playing inside the house‚ but with a rule that no one uses the upstairs as we were too young‚ and we could’ve gotten hurt. Everyone of my cousins including me agreed
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plain‚ I could feel my bare ankles stinging from the stirrup rubbing against them. We had been riding for a solid three hours in the unbearable heat. Suddenly I felt my body falling backwards‚ my horse was running. I grasped onto the horn for dear life. Thinking back‚ they did not teach me much about how to ride a horse before I jumped on‚ so I had absolutely no idea what to do. “Should I jump off?” It seemed like a valid option because my horse was heading right towards my mom’s. I was then in
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. A few years ago‚ I asked my eye doctor whether I needed to wear my glasses all the time. And I remember my doctor’s response quite clearly: “Well‚ do you want to see all the time?” Suffice it to say I didn’t find his response amusing—more like merely facing reality. When I was in tenth-grade chemistry class at YUHS/Central in Manhattan (I am dating myself since it moved to Queens some time ago)‚ I was seated toward the rear of a lecture hall. Before that time‚ my classes were generally small
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My anxiety has been an obstacle for many things in my life. I can’t talk to people I don’t know. Everyday things‚ such as ordering food at a restaurant or walking down the street next to someone else‚ become things that would make you quake in your shoes. Do you know that feeling when you miss a step on the staircase‚ and for a moment‚ you think you’re going to fall and you get a jolt of fear? That’s what I feel like‚ almost all the time. It affects social situations most of the time‚ but it’s also
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My feet ghosted upon the forest floor as I flew through between the trees. I could feel the governor’s men chasing me; the sound of my heartbeat filled my ears‚ adrenaline pumping like ice in my veins‚ my instincts screaming at me to kill. Anger filled my body like blood. I began slowing down‚ wanting them to get close so I could put them all into an eternal sleep. As I felt myself retrieving my gun from my jacket I stopped as I realized the only way to get my sister back was to get caught. And
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barely grazed my fingers and my gaze followed it to the back row‚ not paying attention to how my feet were about to land. A split second after‚ I found myself curled up in a ball‚ grasping my ankle while my eyes started to water. Seeing as how it was our pink-out game‚ my tears began mixing with my makeup‚ creating miniature pink rivers streaming down my face. The athletic trainer darted to my side‚ trying to stop the crying‚ but nothing would work. While being escorted off the court‚ I did my best to
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My mother was then able to choose my birth date‚ which the doctors gave options that were at the very end of November. My mother requested the cesarean section to be done on December 1st. Her reasoning was that November had an ugly birthstone (she really hates yellow). December 1st‚ 1993 at 10:27 am I was born into this world with minimal complications. I was 8 pounds and 11 ounces‚ and was about 21 inches long. I was born looking orange‚ due to having jaundice‚ which was taken care of immediately
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I felt like I totally failed at life‚ like there was nothing at all that I could do about it. I was always getting so hurt but not by others.. by myself. WIth my disease my life was such a struggle getting sick every single day losing so much weight until a feather weighed more than me. All my friends seemed like giants towering over me because I was sitting here feeling so small and nothing at this point could help me besides the scariest thing of all… having major surgery. That was just talk all
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