Aloha

Aloha

With the school year ending, so will my blogging. Over the year I have expressed so much of what I have learned while on my roller coaster of life. Although I am saying “goodbye” for now, it does not mean this is forever. Who knows, maybe in the future when I have a career in nursing I will decide to start this blog back up to tell of my experiences on the field. I also might start up next year because I will learn a lot of medical information at my classes at that I take next year. Also, I might continue this blog every once and a while just to let out some steam. I never write these kind of things (blogs, journals, articles) so this has been different and very difficult for me to complete these blogs. Although I have not met every requirement of this year long AP Lang assignment, I attempted to continue my blogs the best of my mental ability.

At the very beginning of this year, I thought that this would be an easy A assignment, but quickly realized that this was not the case. I honestly did worse at completing these blogs than my actual writing assignments because of all the hardship memories writing brought back to me. This school year has been the most memorable year. Not only did my life completely change, but my entire mental attitude took almost a full 180 turn. At the beginning of the year all I cared about was being the perfect student in order to have a perfect future. Throughout the year I have finally realized that family is the ultimate goal in life. Sure having good grades can help you have a good career to support a family, but the only reason why everyone is so school centered is because they want to make the best out of everyone, but not everyone should be pushed to do stuff that they don’t want to do.

I am really proud that during this year, I chose a not-so-common topic of “medical careers.” Also, I am happy that I tried to connect every blog with the therapeutic topic. Some of my blogs directly related to medical jobs and others were a little far off, but typically came around to connect somehow. While others did movies, and then just watched a movie before every blog, I attempted to try and push myself until I hit a wall, which happened a lot.

Many weeks I didn’t feel like writing about medicine or health, so I wouldn’t write. I wish that I would have chosen a broader topic, like things that interest me in general because that way I could still have talked about medical fields and my dad, but I would have been able to also have talked about spring break or past vacations. Now that I am reflecting over my blogs this past year, I am realizing so many other things I could have talked about, such as getting stiches when I was younger, or all of my sore muscles that have ached through five years of hard core volleyball. I have realized now that it is too late to talk in detail about this, but if I were to start another blog I would be sure to include previous experiments even if they were a long time ago, instead of focusing on events that happened recently.

 

 

 

The Day We All Dread

The Day We All Dread

January 31st, was any normal Sunday. I woke up, went to work, came home, went to go get dinner, came back, but when I got back home within 5 minutes my life changed. My dad had been fighting against pancreatic cancer for about 18 months, but the last 3 months he went straight down hill. He was able to make it passed Thanksgiving, which was surprising, but after that we knew we didn’t have much longer.

When Christmas Break came along, my dad made the brave decision for us to go to Ohio to visit some family for probably the last time. While there both him and I had to stay in separate rooms, so I wouldn’t get him even more sick with my strep throat. Little did I know that this was how we would spend our last holiday together.

On Bloody Sunday, I picked up my sister from my house after work and we went to go get some dinner for my mom, who was at home with my dad. When we arrived with our amazing food, my mom got off the computer to go make sure that the food wouldn’t bother my dad, but she was stunned when she walked passed and didn’t see his chest moving up and down. She slowly looked up with tears in her eyes, looked at us girls and said “he’s gone. Just like that. He is gone.” My sister immediately started hysterically crying, while I was still in shock. We knew that the day was coming, but I didn’t realize that it would be that exact day.

After about a half an hour, my brother arrived home from work. He was amazed to see us all sitting on the couch crying. As soon as he came home we called hospice. When they arrived they gave us another  minute to say our goodbyes. Then they left. My mom started calling our immediate family starting with my uncles. It was awful listening to her, so we all went our separate ways to call one friend each. I never call, so when I called my friend and she didn’t pick up, I thought she was asleep, until she called 5 minutes later. I picked up and totally lost my shit. I couldn’t even say one word. All I could hear was “No *sniffle*” repeating. She was also in total shock.

I could hear my sister on the phone talking to her best friend also hysterically crying. After my phone call, I hung up and went into her room. I didn’t say anything at first, I just walked up and hugged her. She then hung up and I said “it’s okay, we’ll get through it.” She then took my hand and we went downstairs to find my mom talking to our grandpa. We wondered where my brother was, but then started hearing sobbing sounds coming from the basement. We drug him back upstairs where we all just sat around the couch talking about the next week.

I knew that the next week was going to be the week from HELL.

 

NO More Kissing

NO More Kissing

Last week, my mom made me stay home from school all week because I felt nauseous, was sleeping 14+ hours a night, had a fever, and had diarrhea. At first I didn’t really care because I knew that I didn’t feel well and I was super tired, but quickly realized that I needed to go to school. On Tuesday, my mom called the doctors to see what they thought I had. Their over the phone diagnosis was that either I was severely dehydrated or I had mono. Since I was drinking a full bottle of water and a full Gatorade each day, we figured I had mono. Also we figured it was mono because my best friend has had mono since March, and I know that I have shared a drink or food with her since. I started to look up symptoms of mono, which included, according to the Mayo Clinic “fatigue, sore throat, fever, headache, and skin rash.” I showed signs of all of these, so we decided to not have me tested since there isn’t any medication that can treat mono.

Mono isn’t treatable because it is a virus, not a bacteria. Because of this, your body typically takes up to 6 months to fully get rid of all the mono viruses. This means that you can still infect anyone within those 6 months, which really sucks. The only things that help you get through mono is that you can take medication to get rid of some of the symptoms, such as; anti-diuretic medicine, Advil, and other everyday medications to help stop pain and fevers.

Everyday someone asks me how I am feeling and I always respond the same way, “I am super tired, but other than that I feel fine enough.” I hate it because I never can hang out with my friends because they all think I am super contagious and not up to hanging out, but that is the opposite of what I want to do. Also my mom wont let me do anything until school is over because I am finally all caught up with my makeup assignments that I missed during the week. I will be so happy when school is over and summer starts and I can actually stop feeling sick.

AP Stress

AP Stress

Over the past few weeks AP testing have been taking place. Everyone, including my teachers have been so tense. Teachers realized days before that they didn’t review or teach us as much as they wanted to. For instance, another AP United States History teacher offered reviews after school for those taking the exam because she realized how unprepared some of us were. I didn’t realize how unprepared I was until I attended these sessions. They were supposedly going to be a lot of help, but when the exam day came, I realized that those extra review sessions didn’t really help with the content. The only thing that really came out of these sessions was that I wasn’t as stressed as some of my other tests.

I was super happy that my AP psychology exam was my first test because that was the one test that I felt most confident going into. After taking the exam, I didn’t feel as confident as I wanted to. After this I was terrified to take my other exams. I was hoping that I would feel really good about this test, then helping my nerves for my other tests. When the AP Lang exam came, I was extremely nervous. I knew that this would be the worst test. I had every bad situation going through my head. I was worried that my hand would cramp up, or my pencils would all break, or my pens would all run out of ink. Luckily for me, all of the essays that we had to write, I understood. The only challenge I had were some of the excerpts.

Overall, I was super stressed before the exams, but after taking all my exams I am partially happy with how well I did.

Forensics is the Key to the Crime

Forensics is the Key to the Crime

This semester, I decided to take a new class, forensics. We haven’t learned a whole lot of details yet, but we just learned about how to identify hair, and now we are moving on to analyze blood. I thought that this class would be super exciting and interesting, but I get really bored during class. Before this year, I heard about this class and wondered what it would be like to be a forensic scientist or just work as an agent, but after just a few months in this class, I know that this is not an area that I will pursue after high school. I partially think that the class just moves too slow for me, but for others in my class, it is too fast for them, so it supposedly is a “happy medium” for all, but I don’t see it this way at all. I find this class to be extra boring, even the labs we do are boring.

During our first few days, my teacher would always say “I am not teaching you how to get away with murder.” I found this kind of scary because I looked around the room and realized that I could easily see a few people trying to commit murder.

Throughout this course we have talked about many things including, poisons, DNA, blood splatter, death positions, and many different serial killers. At the beginning of each unit I was pretty interested, until one of two people would shout something that would truly freak me out. I cannot wait until this course is over and I never have to see a few of these people again. Even my teacher has said that he really didn’t want them learning some of the stuff because they scared him at how interested they were about forensics. The scary thing was they weren’t as interested in the class as a whole, but they were more fascinated with how to find evidence, poisons, and learning about different serial killers.

Although many people who think about taking this course think it is heavily chemistry based, that is completely wrong. This class is almost all biology, with a little bit of math, and a little bit of history. Just because you enjoy chemistry doesn’t mean that you will also enjoy this class. You have a better chance at enjoying this class if you like biology (blood, bones, DNA, ect.)

Bye By Kitty

Bye By Kitty

At the start of the year I thought that I wanted to drop anatomy and physiology because of the final dissection. Typically I am fine with dissecting body parts or frogs, but this was different. I had horrible anxiety this entire year just because of this one dissection. I am not a vegetarian, but after doing some of these dissections throughout this class I am surprised I didn’t become one. Throughout this year we have dissected many parts of many animals including a cows eye and heart, a sheep’s brain and kidney. These were just mini dissections compared to our supposed final dissection of a CAT! To my relief, my teacher realized that there, unfortunately, wasn’t enough time to do this. I am sure that you can tell my disappointment, not really. My friend and I were so relieved. I would be fine dissecting a mammal, but a kitty cat is a household pet, and I could not help myself from feeling awful. I am super excited because Since the seniors leave before the juniors, we are taking one test over the urinary system and then we are done with the class. That means we have 4 or 5 free days to just watch videos and talk and have fun. I cannot wait for the last week of school for only this class. Also I am looking forward to this class because my teacher said that we wont have to come in for finals. This helps me so much because my schools 0 hour finals take place after an hour of lunch. Since we won’t have a final, I wont have to stay the extra hour.

Signing at Work

Signing at Work

I have never been directly affected by someone who is deaf, but a few years ago, my sister needed a language to graduate high school, so she chose sign language. Throughout her course, she learned a lot and taught me some basics; such as mom, dad, boy, girl, please, thank you, and the entire alphabet and numbers. I just thought this would be cool to say that I know how to sign a few things, but last year I was working at my job when a lady and her two children came up. At first I didn’t realize that she was deaf until her daughter would sign to her mother as she was talking to me. I was able to spell out the words, although it would have been easier to sign the exact word, but she ended up being able to understand me and I felt needed. It was a very moving experience. Another time this happened was at my recent job last week. I was hosting like normal at a restaurant when a mother and her 4 year old son came in. The little boy was making a “vroom” noise pretending his toy were real, so I started to comment on how “cool” it was. He didn’t seem to acknowledge me, but that is semi-normal for shy kids to do to strangers. When I went to seat them I continued to talk to both the mother and son, but it wasn’t until he asked up that I realized he had to sign to his mother. When I was leaving his mom told him to tell me thank you. She signed thank you to him and he signed back to me. I realized then that his hearing too was deteriorating and I felt awful. I imagined what it would be like to be those mothers in each situation, one who has to rely on her kids to order her food and the other one who has to be relied on for her young son to order his food.