Analysis of Being Frightened

Sitting in my grandma and grandpa’s bedroom with six of my cousins, the only light was coming from the flashlight. I was six years old, and scared out of my mind. We were playing a game called Light as a Feather and Stiff as a Board. There wasn’t really any point in the game, except having fun with my cousins who I rarely got to see. My oldest cousin Tara, who was 16 at the, time sat at the front of the bed. My other cousin Meghan, who was ten, always volunteered to go first. The rest of us would sit around Meghan and lift her up saying Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board, and then we’d gently lay her back down on the bed. Tara would put Meghan’s head on her lap and massage her temples and tell the story of Meghan’s death. At the end we’d lift Meghan up again, and say Light as a Feather, Stiff as a board. My brother Josh, who was also ten, went next. We’d do the same thing for him, except he’d have a different story. Everybody’s story was different, but all of them would have something in common. Death.
My cousin Taylor, who was a year younger than me, went before me. Even though we were going from oldest to youngest. I was scared, no, petrified. I hated getting my story told about my death. It was uncomfortable and overwhelming. When it came to my turn, I had Tara tell my story as a good one. She did, and I was grateful. Now if I could change my story, I would. Now were too old. Tara is twenty-five, and Meghan passed away when she was thirteen. It wouldn’t be the same as it used to be when I was scared out of my mind.

Blog # 12: Dude that was an awesome CDOW

When I heard that I had to job shadow a doctor by myself, I was a little apprehensive. The thought of being alone with somebody I didn’t know was overwhelming. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to be a doctor. When I got to the hospital a lady greeted my group at the front door, and told each individual which doctor they would be job shadowing. I was told I was going to be job shadowing a pediatrician. I went upstairs with three other girls to find a girl named Connie. We went to the wrong reception desk, and had to go back down the elevator downstairs to find Connie. When we arrived to the downstairs reception desk, we found Connie, and she told us to wait in the break room. The break room was tiny, and had two tables. On the tables were pens that advertised different medicines. We talked about the possibilities of what would happen. How the doctors would look, act, and treat us. Sitting in the room was really nerve racking. Connie walked into the room and named off the doctors, and asked who wanted to be with whom. Two of the girls picked the pediatricians that were on that floor we were on. The other girl was placed with the pediatrician on the second floor. I was stuck with a doctor for adult medicines. That consisted of sitting at the nurses’ desk, waiting while the nurse was finishing up with the patients who didn’t want me to be in the room with them. One out of five of the patients didn’t want me in the room because I was too young. That’s all I did for the first hour and a half of Career Day on Wheels. It was so boring. Finally the nurse that I was job shadowing took me to the pediatric unit. When I got there the whole atmosphere had changed. Little kids walking with their parents, a few babies screaming as they got their shots. That’s when I realized I wanted to be a pediatrician or a nurse in a pediatrician office. I got to see x-rays of a little boy’s leg that had a cist on it. I also saw a baby get a shot in each leg. I remember seeing him cry and look at me, and making me feel guilty because I couldn’t help him. One of the doctors took us to the maternity ward where the new babies were. There was five of them, and they were all boys. He checked them to give them ok that they could go home. Some of them cried, others sneezed and coughed. They were adorable. The day that I thought was going to be awful ended up being a day I’ll never forget.

Blog 15: You’re Almost There

June 20th is the day my family and I head to Florida for one week. The last time I went to Florida was when I was in sixth grade. We went over spring break to visit some friends. We hung out at the beach, and I ended up with a terrible sunburn. This year will be different though. We’re renting a house on our own private beach. We’ll visit our friends on our way back home, and see my cousin and his baby while were down there.
July 21st to the 25th is Band Camp. I love band camp, but this year will be different because we will have a new band director. I’m scared and anxious to see how he does band camp differently then Mr. Abbott. Even though I’ll be nervous, I’ll have fun too. Most of close friends will be there. I’ll also get to meet the new freshmen coming in. Maybe this year I’ll remember to put on sunscreen the first day.
If I had all the money in the world and was able to spend it on summer travel, my first stop would be London, England. I would go there because I’ve been wanting to for a very long time. I would get to hear those amazing British accents, and be in the country where Orlando Bloom was born, which would be amazing. My second stop would be to Paris, France because it has amazing fashion. I would shop ‘til I dropped. My third stop would be Sydney, Australia. Australians also have amazing, beautiful accents, sadly that would be the number one reason I would go there. I would also go to the zoo where Steve Irwin used to work at because I’ve heard it’s a pretty cool place to go. My fourth and final stop would be going to South Africa because I would want to help the little kids. I feel so bad for them. Since I have all the money in the world, I would donate half of it to an organization for the little kids of Africa.