Personal Narrative: Crushing My Teeth
How did Eva Peron’s political image impact argentine society during the 40s and 50s? Evita was a political figure who was looked up to and admired by the people of Buenos Aires. She was more than the first lady of Argentina. She spoke up for the people who didn’t have much of a voice in society. Eva Peron was the girl who left Los Toldos to find a life in Buenos Aires, but Evita was who she grew into in Buenos Aires as the first lady.
I was lying on an armchair in a white room and a dentist was taking off my braces. Upon seeing me awake he asked, “How are you feeling?” I muttered “Fine. Thanks for taking off the braces.”
Last year, my Osteopathic application was made in haste and was submitted as a back up plan to failing Allopathic applications. As a part of completing the primary application and also preparing for Osteopathic interviews, I discovered that the Osteopathic philosophy appeared to be a better fit for me. Shadowing an Osteopathic physician as well as an Allopathic physician has solidified this observation. Last year’s failed attempt to gain entry to medical school has been soul crushing and has forced me to consider other career paths. During this period, I have examined many options.
First I entered the oral cavity. I was being ripped up and torn apart by this mean canine teeth! The crown had rough edges and it was quite painful. I was in the process of mastication It was where they chewed me up my life as a bagel. The Papillae figured out that I was quite scrumptious which that should be a good thing but not in this situation!
The Golf Ball Sized Dent Clonk! That’s the sound of my scooter crashing into my dad’s car the only running thing through my head was uh oh. It was a nice day around 80 degrees only about two clouds I could see. My mom had kicked me out of the house to go play outside.
Bubble Gum used to get haircuts and clothes. She was the neighborhood favorite. LOL. The kids used to love playing with her. Dogs surrounded us both sides of the house once again.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
1 I woke up monday morning with the one thought in my mind - Rye Neck. We had gone all the way last year to the section final with them, and after me hitting the pipe in the final minutes to win it, they scored on the counterattack and won the the section. I had never experienced a loss like this one. I was the kid on the team who before the season started, no one really knew if I was good or not.
I have had grit within me for as long as i 've known. I am always willing to try challenging things and never am one to give up without a fight. Like when I was in the eighth grade. I was 13 and had been working hard lifting weights and pushing myself in hard football practices trying to prepare for the season. Then finally it was time for our first game.
This is an important issue that I had witnessed myself. I use to work at a dental office and when new patients come in to get a procedure done, their insurance would not help pay for it. I would have to call their insurance and find out that their old dentist was charging them for procedures that they did not have. Medicare said they would now cover the procedure since the patient supposedly already had it
He of course drove it home to save my mother and me I the anxiety, but we learned later that there was no substantial damage to the car, and my father fixed the cosmetic issues and later did exactly what he was intending to do in the first place;, he flipped it for more money than he bought it for. This was the first car accident that I have ever been in that I had some part in causing, and for some (large) amount of months following I refused to get in the driver’s seat of a car. I saw the mistake as the end of my driving career, and my mother was quite okay with me not driving. But, the rest of my family was a bit more stubborn, and I was back driving just under a year later, much to my and my mother’s dismay.
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
After having been seated for quite a while the doctor came in and explained what would be going on. I was mortified to hear him explain how they would go about yanking out my teeth. And before I knew it was time for them to start. They leaned me back in the chair and began to talk among themselves. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the pain.
As I began the journey of returning to school, one of my biggest fears, was the writing aspect in the classes. The fear of reading and writing has never been a strong quality; however, I have never able to successfully be creative in the way I learn. I understand my weaknesses and when I need to focus on my strengths. I am constantly learning new ways, skills, and tools to utilize to continue to grow as a writer. Focusing on my strengths allows me to have the security that I can be a good writer.
The nurse told me to look away and slowly pushed the IV into my arm. I was thinking that with the pain I felt in my leg the needle going in was just a pinch. The Emergency Room Doctor ordered morphine to stop the pain. It took a while, but the pain started to go away. Either that or I was feeling good enough not to
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