7 Stages of Alzheimer's & Symptoms | Alzheimer's Association. (n.d.). Retrieved January 29, 2015, from http://www.alz.org/alzheimers_disease_stages_of_alzheimers.asp
This source provides a background to the seven stages of Alzheimer’s disease. I selected this source because it allows people to be able to notice and diagnose onset symptoms of Alzheimer’s Disease so that they can get help if any of these symptoms are present in them or their family members. I found this source useful because when creating my pamphlet about Alzheimer’s I used these stages to make people aware of what the major stages and symptoms are and when to be able to seek help.
Alzheimer's Disease Fact Sheet. (n.d.). Retrieved January 29, 2015, from http://www.nia.nih.gov/ alzheimers/publication/alzheimers-disease-fact-sheet
This source provides basic information about Alzheimer’s disease. I selected this source because in the early stages of research you need a basic background to be able to better explain what you are working towards and why and be prepared to answer as many questions as possible. I found this source useful because it gave me answers to the general questions that people ask everyday with quick and short answers for them. One limitation was that it was only facts, no deeper research. Due to that limitation I had to further my research into the disease itself so that I am more aware of just exactly what happens and what causes it.
Frequently Asked Questions. (n.d.). Retrieved January 26, 2015, from http:// www.brightfocus.org/alzheimers/questions/frequentlyasked.html
This source provides answers to frequently asked questions about Alzheimer’s Disease. I selected this source because it went along with the previous fact sheet source listed above, I selected it because it crosschecked information and allowed me to become more of an expert in the topic of Alzheimer’s disease and be able to teach other about it during my capstone. I found this source useful because it contained more information that went along with the other information listed above and allowed me to become more of an expert. One limitation I found was the source wasn’t that detailed and I found it to be extremely short.
Latest Medication for Memory Loss | Alzheimer's Association. (n.d.). Retrieved January 29, 2015, from http://www.alz.org/alzheimers_disease_standard_prescriptions.asp
This source provides an insight into the latest medications to treat memory loss caused by Alzheimer’s Disease. I selected this source because I wanted to know what was being done currently to treat the one main symptom of Alzheimer’s Disease which was memory loss. I wanted to be able to know a little bit more about what the money being raised goes towards and
what walking for the cure actually does. I found this source useful because it allowed me to really see what I am walking for each year and what all current donations go to and how people with Alzheimer’s are being treated to fight this nasty disease.
(n.d.). Retrieved January 03, 2015, from http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/159442.php
This source provides the medical details behind just exactly what Alzheimer’s Disease is and what it causes later on in life and what it causes. I selected this source mainly for background research purposes. I needed to be able to have options and I felt the only way that that would happen would be to find as many options and sources as possible. I found this source useful because this allowed me to be an expert and I like that. One limitation that I found was that I have multiple background information sources and they can be a bit drawn out.
Mace, N., & Rabins, P. (1999). The 36-hour day: A family guide to caring for persons with Alzheimer disease, related dementing illnesses, and memory loss in later life (3rd ed.). Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press.
This source is the perfect guide for families caring for someone with Alzheimer’s Disease. It is a how to book that gives you detail by detail about what is going to happen to your loved one during their time with Alzheimer’s, memory loss, illnesses that come dementia and ways to cope and help your loved ones through this tough time and help give you tips as the caretaker in how to help them and how to remain sane throughout it all.
Shua-Haim, J., & Ross, J. (n.d.). Alzheimer's Syndrome and not Alzheimer's disease: The historical struggle to define the disease. American Journal of Alzheimer's Disease and Other Dementias, 92-95.
This source is a journal debate that begins to talk about why Alzheimer’s Disease should be labeled a Syndrome and not a Disease and the great struggle in trying to name and define the disease. I have found this source incredibly resourceful because this has become an eye opener for me because I feel as though it should be a syndrome because I feel like disease generally turns people in a negative connotation towards it and I feel like that always isn't a good thing. One limitation of this source that I found was that I think a lot of these arguments are invalid.
Take Action | Alzheimer's Association. (n.d.). Retrieved January 13, 2015, from http://alz.org/ advocacy/take-action.asp
This source is how to take action against Alzheimer’s Disease and how to become an advocate. I selected this source because I have recently become an advocate for the Alzheimer’s Association. It is a very simple process and therefore many people should just fill out the simple form and become an advocate. I found this source useful because I feel like it was simple and that this is a good thing to place in my capstone presentation for those who may not have known about it already.
Wandering and Dementia | Caregiver Center | Alzheimer's Association. (n.d.). Retrieved January 29, 2015, from http://www.alz.org/care/alzheimers-dementia-wandering.asp
This source is about one of the main things that comes along with Alzheimer’s Disease, which is wandering. I selected this source because I wanted to show the negative things that happen due to Alzheimer’s. I wanted other people to know what happens when there are not a great deal of care available and when medicines aren't readily available either. Wandering leads to many disappearances and many loved ones are put at risk. With the lack of memory and wandering. It is not a good combination and therefore that is why I chose this link because this needs to be prevented.
What Is Dementia? (n.d.). Retrieved January 23, 2015, from http://www.alz.org/what-is- dementia.asp
This source is teaching about what dementia is and the ability to be able to identify what dementia is and how to cope with it. Many people are unaware of the causes and treatments of dementia and they need to be able to understand it to the fullest. The reason I selected this source is for the ability to raise awareness during my project than any other reasoning. It is hard for me to do a project like this, considering my loss however I need this to become an issue that is readily available for p-people to understand. The only limitation I have with this source is the fact that there isn't any thing that would lead to the possible prevention, however I feel like this could lead to many things.
Williams, J. (n.d.). Role of The Immune System and Inflammatory Response In The Aetiology of Alzheimer's Disease. Alzheimer's & Dementia, S285-S285.
This source is about the way that your immune system reacts when Alzheimer’s Disease is present. I selected this source again for the ability to be more aware about what goes on inside your body during the time when Alzheimer’s Disease is present and I feel like that is incredibly important and is something that everyone should be aware of because I feel like this is an incredible change in your body whether it is for the good or for the bad and I selected this source because it talks about the role of Alzheimer’s in your body and is just another piece of the puzzle to be completed with further research.
In the heart of Austin, Texas lies a rancher in the middle of the woods. Living in that rancher are Sara Jane and her fiancé Luke. The high school sweethearts have been together for over eight years and their love just grows stronger every day and is a constant reminder of what happiness is. Growing up in a small town has its perks. More freedom, less people, basically easy living. There wasn’t a store on every corner, downtown was really 10 miles away and you knew everyone by first name. They didn’t live a very lavish lifestyle. Sara Jane was born a preacher’s daughter.
She would attend church regularly and on her free time growing up would tend the horses at her mother’s ranch. Her parents had been married for many years and she wanted her love to be just like that. When she met Luke in high school it was love at first sight. He made her heart flutter. She knew there was no other person that would make her more happy than him.
One day, Luke finally came up to her and told her he liked her. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach and she tried to utter the simply words “me too.” He knew how she felt about him before she even opened her mouth. He just felt the connection between them. He knew they could make it work. Staring right into her eyes with her hands wrapped in his, he asks “Will you be my girlfriend?” She smiles back and replies “I’m glad you asked. Of course I will!” They were inseparable. They literally spent every minute together. He would pick her up before school and drop her off after school. They would go out for dates, and talk on the phone for hours. Until one of their parents yelled “Off the phone lovebirds, school tomorrow.” Each day would start and end the same. However, things weren’t always perfect for them. They went through their periods of ups and downs and childish breakups. But they always found their way back to each other.
Sara wanted to pursue a career in medicine ever since her grandmother passed away because she wanted to stop everyone from going through what she went through. However, she needed to prove herself. She needed to get into the best college. She needed to show everyone that she was serious about this.
She was a straight A student in high school and had perfect attendance, however she was scared that she was making the wrong mistake going to medical school and becoming a nurse because she was breaking the mold of everything her family does. Being a preacher’s daughter and her mother working on a farm, a nurse really doesn’t match their lifestyles.
However, she didn’t want that to stop her. During her first three years of medical school she continued to get straight A’s until the last year of college when she moved on her own and became distracted. That was quickly changed when she realized that she wanted to be better and just get her last year finished.
She graduated from college with a 3.89 GPA and was immediately placed at the neighborhood hospital. She started at the bottom of the hospital scale cleaning bedpans and making sure that each patient had water and then worked her way up to being the head oncology nurse, using her degree to the fullest. Oncology was the department that she wanted to stay with because she wanted to see if there was a cure to these cancers that people dealt with everyday and that claimed so many lives.
The more she worked around cancer patients the more she began to question the way things were and how they were supposed to be and why people had to die. “Why does cancer exist” she asked herself one day. It just happened to be that she was standing in front of one of her patients rooms and he overheard her. “I ask myself the same question everyday when I wake up in here” he responded to her. “Oh my goodness, Mr. Johnson. I am so sorry I didn’t know you heard me.” “It’s okay sweetie, just be careful with what you say sometimes.” Those words stuck in her head for days after that incident. Mr. Johnson died a few months later of colon cancer and those were the last words Sara ever heard from Mr. Johnson.
Sara and Luke were the most perfect couple, the did everything together and lived such a happy life. He loved that she was a nurse and he was a lawyer and their schedules matched up perfectly. He would cook dinner for her every night. They would spend hours just talking and then fall asleep in each others arms. What Sara didn’t know was that Luke was holding something from her. Luke sat Sara down one night during dinner and had to tell her something. “Sara, I need to tell you that I have been hiding something from you for the last few weeks.” “Okay, what is it.” “I went to the doctors the other day and they told me I have liver cancer.” “Oh my god, please say you are kidding.” “Why would I kid about that Sara?” “I don’t know Luke, but I cannot handle this.” “Why did you hide it from me?” “I don’t know Sara, I didn’t know how to tell you.” For three days there was not a word uttered between them. Sara was hurting and Luke didn’t know how to help her through it. His health was declining and he needed treatment. Sara made sure that he had the care he needed but was scared to loose him. He was her everything. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew he couldn’t be strong. Sara knew she had to find a way to cure him before she lost him. She couldn’t handle it. She would go to work every day and in the medicine cabinet try to figure out what could go together to heal him. One day she thought that if she could find a way to mix the medicines together, how would she know if they worked. She would have to find people who were dying of cancer and try it on them. But that was wrong. How could she do that? How could she potentially kill people while trying to save them? It could work, but there was no guarantee.
She couldn’t tell anyone of these plans. These thoughts she was having were evil, but she needed to be sure that she was doing everything that she could. She needed to know that she tried to cure him and that if she couldn’t that she did everything to try to help him. She needed to plan this out. She needed to figure out how she was going to test the medicine on those patients. She had an idea but she wasn’t sure. The only way she could do it was by using their Iv’s. But how would she mix the different medicines? She would have to find a room and do all of it, or could she do it at home? She found a room in the hospital that she could mix all the medicines and fill needles so that she could inject the patient’s Iv’s with while no one was looking. She would do this and test the patients progress over a few days.
Luke continued to get worse. Her treatments with the patients were a win and loose situation because there were good days and bad days. There was no clear set cure yet, but she wasn’t going to stop. Not with Luke getting worse everyday. But time was getting short. Most of her patients were getting closer to dying and she wanted to save them and save Luke but she didn’t know how to. There had to be a perfect combination of medicines she just had to find it. She then began to start making different combinations with three or four medicines and finally she started to progress. But how could she treat Luke? He was in and out of the hospital as his condition worsens. She had to tell him.. But she doesn’t know how. She was going to write him a letter. She was going to tell him before it was too late. She was going to try her mixture and hope for the best.
When she went to the hospital later that night she injected him with the treatment while no one was looking and hoped that he will begin to feel better.
Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Luke had a bad reaction to the mixture and whatever the hospital on him and later he lost his life. However, she still had the letter she wrote him and was going to bury him with it.
I am writing you a letter to tell you something. I didn’t know how to tell you in person however I just need to get it out. I did something very bad and need you to forgive me. From when you were diagnosed with the cancer I spent my days thinking about ways to cure you. I worked at the hospital mixing medicines to cure the treatment and I used my patients as guinea pigs. I am so sorry. I didn’t want to loose you. I love you!
There comes a point in everyone’s life where they are forced to remember things. Whether they be for good or for bad. This is that time for me. It is time for me to think back on everything we have done and evaluate upon that. Its time for me to focus on work that may have been good, or the ones that I completely rocked.
This year for me has been one full of ups and downs. Some of those worse than others. I’ve struggled with staying focused as well as completing tasks on time. But when I did hand in those assignments, they were magic. “Growing up there has been (and still is) something that clearly divides our family. It is not the color of our hair or whether or we share the same eye color. A speech barrier has affected more than half of my family.” Read more of my Language Autobiography here.
There have been times this year when I did not believe that I could go on any longer and there was no way that I would be able to finish out the year strong but I had to do it. Mr. Block began to assign more work that I could relate to and that made it a little less difficult to fail at. “There will always be things that one does that someone else hates, but that is the give and take with life. You never know what you are going to get, so you deal with it, no matter whatever hand you are dealt. Its a game of give and take, and there is more giving than taking, but hey! That’s what life is.. A bunch of uncertainty.” I look back on these words and realize you cannot change what you have done, however you have the power to adjust the course for the future. In the past year, I have learned that in these two subjects and just about the world in general. You can only change yourself... You can’t change the world. Read more from my Letter Assignment here.
I was inspired to keep writing and to keep sharing my writing with the world. I wanted the world to know how proud I was to be apart of a class where I had the freedom to write whatever I pleased. When I pleased. One of the journal entries this year was titled “Never shall I forget.” in which you could write about anything. I at the time had been thinking about my relationship since the topic on hand that week was relationships within countries and relationships between people and objects. I remember writing this great poem about my relationship and it went a little something like this. “Never shall I forget the day he held me in his arms, For I did not want to let go. Never shall I forget the late night phone calls, The ones that were had so that he would be the last voice I heard before bed. Never shall I forget how much I love him. Never shall I forget the person I gave my heart to. For all these things worth remembering, I never shall forget. Never shall I forget the day I saw him. I fell in love instantly and I knew we were meant to be. Never shall I forget the day I got the courage to talk to him. He liked me too. Never shall I forget the day he asked me to be his. Never shall I forget our first kiss by the backstairs. Never shall I forget the butterflies I get everytime I hear his name. Never shall I forget the day he said I love you... because I love him too.”
At that point, my knack for writing became something that could no longer be tamed. We were learning more about different writing styles and we were getting prompts to write about and the benchmarks challenged my every being. My favorite project from the year had to be my monologues about the Keystone Pipeline build. I wrote the monologues and was more than ecstatic to show everyone. Here is a little excerpt “What brings you here today? My land? You want my land? Why? No! You can’t have it! I won’t let you! (Angrily Speaking) I can’t believe you thought you could come in my house and take my land! This is mine! I bought it and I refuse to sign it over to you. TransCanada? Who are they? Why do they feel the need to take what isn’t theirs? (Pause) A pipeline? From Canada all the way to Texas? Why the hell do they need all that oil anyway! Go dig somewhere else! I dont care how beneficial it is to the company, the other states, or anyone else for that matter. I worked my whole life for this land and I’m not going to throw it away for a project that will be gone in five years after all of the oil dries up! (Pause, looking to her left) Calm Down? Me calm down? At a time like this? I’m sorry Mr. Jameson, not to sound rude, but thats not going to happen. There is more to the land then just a place to be. My children were born and raised here, my grandchild born in this very house. There is an emotional connection involved in this house and there is no amount of money that can change the way I feel about this.” Read the full monologues here.
There are so many more pieces of work that I am proud of from this year and that can demonstrate to the fullest but would not nearly have enough time to write about all my experiences with each one. So below I put a list together of a few of most pride worthy work for you to enjoy. Feel free to go through the links and read whatever you would like! I hope you enjoy my writing.
For I did not want to let go.
Never shall I forget the late night phone calls,
The ones that were had so that he would be the last voice I heard before bed.
Never shall I forget how much I love him.
Never shall I forget the person I gave my heart to.
For all these things worth remembering, I never shall forget.
Never shall I forget the day I saw him.
I fell in love instantly and I knew we were meant to be.
Never shall I forget the day I got the courage to talk to him.
He liked me too.
Never shall I forget the day he asked me to be his.
Never shall I forget our first kiss by the backstairs.
Never shall I forget the butterflies I get every time I hear his name.
Never shall I forget the day he said I love you... because I love him too.
Growing up, there has been (and still is) something that clearly divides our family. It is not the color of our hair or whether we share the same eye color. A speech barrier has affected more than half of my family. In a household where all the adults come from a type of language that seems flawless, it seems odd that many of the children have problems with the way they speak (myself not included). Part of me feels somewhat personally affected by it, but the other part is happy that I don’t suffer from this problem. There is a void in my family, that is filled with the constant battle of “never being good enough” and “never fitting in.” We all have our reasons, but the one that I suffer with is being the one who is more focused on school and the success of my future. I don’t feel I have to make excuses for why I cannot do something.
In school you are required to study another language, helping you to expand your mind to other parts of the world. In my school, that language is Spanish. I have never spoken Spanish, nor have I have ever considered taking Spanish as a second language, however since it is required, I have no choice. Based on this, I know where my sister is coming from. The feelings of being lost, alienated and confused are what come to mind. I can go on and on about the way not fitting in due to language feels, but in my case, I either get it or I don't. There hasn't really been a medium for me. I am struggling not with the idea of learning a new language or not having a choice. I am struggling with being able to fully understand what's going on. When learning a new language, you need full support from both your teachers as well as peers, but when you are judged and laughed at for pronouncing things wrong, you no longer want to continue. It becomes a different light shed to those who are “different” than us. I ask myself why? Is it because they speak differently than you? The pressure is on in the battle with language and how you choose to fight that battle is up to you. Do you let it overwhelm you and attack at your emotions or do you just try harder to prove to everyone that you can indeed do it on your own and be like them. It shouldn’t be that way. You should want to do better for your own personal benefit, not because you want to fit in with those around you. However, unfortunately in the world today, that is not an option.
In today’s society, you are in a better standing knowing more than one language. That is not a bad thing, however the way that the message is put across may seem scary and overwhelming. I know personally the pressure is on learning and being fluent in another language. It will give me a headstart when it comes to college and prepare for traveling and expanding my relationships with those who speak a language other than English. There are some things in life worth doing, and language is one of them. There is no reason to sit around and complain about it when you can just act. No matter what you do in the world, there is going to be criticism, bullying and people trying to kick you down. The only thing you can do is want better for yourself and want to succeed. Pick up that want and keep trudging forward, the outcome will be a thousand times better if you do it for yourself, and not because of pressure of others.
My Home is NOT for Sale!
(Sitting on her sofa when she hears a knock on the door)
Who is it? I’ll be there in just a second! (walks to answer the door)
Hello mr... mr... Mr. Jameson. Come in please, it’s a little chilly. (walks inside with Mr. Jameson and they sit on the couch)
What brings you here today? My land? You want my land? Why? No! You can’t have it! I won’t let you! (Angrily Speaking) I can’t believe you thought you could come in my house and take my land! This is mine! I bought it and I refuse to sign it over to you. TransCanada? Who are they? Why do they feel the need to take what isn’t theirs? (Pause) A pipeline? From Canada all the way to Texas? Why the hell do they need all that oil anyway! Go dig somewhere else! I dont care how beneficial it is to the company, the other states, or anyone else for that matter. I worked my whole life for this land and I’m not going to throw it away for a project that will be gone in five years after all of the oil dries up! (Pause, looking to her left) Calm Down? Me calm down? At a time like this? I’m sorry Mr. Jameson, not to sound rude, but thats not going to happen. There is more to the land then just a place to be. My children were born and raised here, my grandchild born in this very house. There is an emotional connection involved in this house and there is no amount of money that can change the way I feel about this. (Looks at the paper handed to her) 7,000 dollars? 7,000 dollars is the amount of money offered to me for the forty years that I have invested into this house and for the forty years worth of memories that my family has created. Im sorry Mr. Jameson, but if you would like to take my land, you are going to have to fight for it, because I’m not giving it up this easily. Have a good day! (Walks off stage with Mr. Jameson, seeing him out)
My Home, My Safety
(Sitting on the bed when she hears a knock at the door) Who is it? Oh come in mom. (Pats the bed) Sit down please. You have news to tell me? Is it bad? Oh no, the look on your face, this cant be good. Mom just tell me, don't sugar coat it. (Looks away) Our land? They are taking our land? A pipeline? They are taking our house to build a pipeline? Please tell me you said no. Your considering it? Mom, no! (Angrily pounds fist into knees) I've lived in this house all of my life and you are thinking about giving it up for some oil? They don't care about us, they just care about the money they are going to be making. 7,000 dollars? You are throwing away our time in this house for a measly 7,000 dollars, that isn't even enough to buy another house mom are you serious? I cant understand how you can consider up and leaving something you have had for so long because they made it sound good! This is an embarrassment. You aren't putting your family first and its sickening. This is my safety net, the only thing that has been stable my entire life and I don't want to let go of that. If that's what you plan on doing, please leave me out of it. (Lays back in bed and puts headphones on)
You move, or else!
To whom it may concern, this is our last attempt of land transfer peacefully. We have tried to get you to continue this process as painless as possible but your family is not cooperating with our request for land. We are in dire need of your land to go foward with our building and the more you do not cooperate, the longer it is going to take to complete our project. We tried to prevent this case from having to become a legal matter, but that is the next step. We have spoken with a judge who is more than willing to sign this order to make you leave the property as early as tomorrow, but we are hoping that it does not have to come to that. We respect the fact that you have a family that has lived here all of their lives, but this project is very beneficial to the economy and the well being of the states and we need the land to continue with the progress. Please get back to us as soon as possible to inform us of how this matter is going to be addressed. Thank you so much for your copperation.
The State of Texas.
Looking back on it now, it couldn’t have been more of a mistake. Why did I say yes? Why did I volunteer my time? Why did I commit? Yes, I love it.. but was it worth it? Three days out of the week was such an easy commitment, but I should have known that having my dad as my coach wasn’t going to be. My mom told me don’t go, I was wasting my time. But I didn’t want to be a dancer, I wanted to embrace the tomboy inside of me and break out of that girly shell that I hid under for so long. I didn’t fit in. The dancing world was not the world for me, I was a little fat girl who looked ridiculous in a tutu. So I figured why not become an athlete, as long as I practiced; the talent would come naturally. Softball cannot be that hard. Atleast thats what I told myself. The first practice was a breeze, but that was only icing on the cake for what was about to come. I didn’t expect to be pushing myself so hard, but I figured thats what athletes do, they go until they can’t go anymore.
The night of the twelfth game, was the last game before we found out who was making it into the championships. My heart pounded as the last few innings were played and I couldn’t even fathom the idea of us even making it into the championships, but by the looks of how this game was ending, we were headed that way. We were three runs from ending this game and finding out the open positions for the championship brackets. Before I knew it, my friend Breanna hit a homerun with the a runner on second and third. That was it! She scored the last three runs! I couldn't wait to line up and shake hands so that the faster that was over, the faster we would find out.. It was so nerve racking. “Girls, go sit by the first baseline really quick before you go. It will just be a minute I promise” yelled my dad from the plate as he continued to talk to the umpire. As we sat in our circle, the emotions were high. We knew that there was a really high chance that we were the ones involved in the championships but there was no way to be sure. Moments later, my dad makes his way over to our huddle with a piece of paper in his hand. He hands the paper to one of the girls and walks away.
There we were.. all in anticipation to open the piece of folded paper and find out what was on the other side. Were we to open it? or let it sit as it was? Our fate was written in front of us.. Breanna uttered the words.. “WE MADE IT!” Our hearts dropped. We made it into the championship.. we were one step closer to being champions! Two games and it was it.. The girls were in a different mindset, one that proved how truly dedicated they were to more than just a sport.. but a passion.
The day of the final game came upon us and it was time to realize what we had to do. We had to win at all costs.
With one single crack of the bat, I was off! The ball made it right over the head of the first basemen and the right fielder completely misjudged it, she gave me 15 extra feet! The crowd was roaring! Screaming my name and cheering me on. “I can do this!” I thought to myself. “I can make it to at least third” Running as hard and fast, I can feel my knees getting weak and I feel like i'm stomping on the Earth. I realized it was going to happen, I was going get to at least third with that hit but I wanted to run home. My dad, the coach was on the third base line waiting for me, waving his arms for me to keep going all the while screaming for me to be careful running the bases. He didn’t want me to slack off on the base running and get caught in the path of a fielder. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Somehow, the left fielder got a hold of the ball and was throwing it into third. “No! This can't be happening” I thought to myself as I realized that I was nowhere close to third and I was going to have to slide in to make it. I’ve only slid in a game once before and that was the previous season, so I am really not prepared. I’ve missed every sliding practice due to family matters and I don’t even know the proper technique, but I have to do it; I have to slide. “It can't be that hard, just kick your leg out and fall down. I guess it was that easy huh?
Then it happened, I slid! I did it! or at least I thought I did. When I was coming down, my leg got caught under the third baseman's and her cleat crushed my kneecap. I heard it shatter, the bone was sticking out. I already knew I was going to be called out, but I can't even get up to shake it off, we were going to lose because of me. Where is everyone? Why aren't they helping me? I'm starting to get nausea and dizzy, I think I'm going to faint. Its the championship game, I'm bleeding and I can't even stand up. Someone carry me off the field. All I can remember is screaming for my dad. But where was he? Why isn't he helping me? Next thing I know, everything went black and I woke up on the bench.
there is hair in my drink and my food is cold.
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Briana: ¡Sí tenemos gran variedad tapas!
Alexis: Tienes muchas tapas! recomendaciones?
Briana: probar el tortilla española es muy bueno
Alexis: Que suena bien.. ¿Viene con pan?
Briana: Si, Tortilla Española viene con pan. ¿ algo más?
Alexis: ¿Tiene tomates?
Briana: Si, Señorita, todas las tortillas vienen con tomate.
Alexis: No me gustan los tomates, ¿Me lo sin tomate por favor?
Briana: ¡Absolutamente! ¿Algo más?
Alexis: ¡Es todo, Gracias!
*servidor trae bebidas y camina lejos*
Alexis: ¡Disculpe Señorita! Hay un pelo en mi agua!
Briana: ¡Perdoneme! ¿Te gustaría una nueva bebida?
Alexis: ¡Por Favor! esta vez sin pelo
*Servido trae nueva bebida y comida*
Briana: Aqui Tiene. Buen Provecho!
*Dos Minutos más tarde*
Alexis: ¡Disculpe Briana! Mi comida esta frio!!
Briana: Lo siento mucho!
Alexis: ¿Puedo hablar con su gerente?
Briana: Mi gerente esta ausente, quieres probar algo diferente?
Alexis: ¡No, La cuenta por favor!
Briana: Lo siento mucho señorita! *la cuenta es entregó para Alexis
Briana: Come Again!
2. Tiene un la cocina
3. No Hay baño
4. Tiene la sala
6. Tiene un Soƒa!
SLA es no normal escuela. Su diferente a otras escuela. Podemos expresarnos. SLA es muy pequena y no tiene muchos estudiantes comparada con otras escuelas. SLA esta en Filadelfia. Aqui en SLA, hay muchos clubs y clases. Hay drama, tecnologîa, español, mathemáticas, inglés, y ciencias. SLA tenemos más o menos quinientos niños y más o menos veinte profesores/as. Me encanta SLA porque es perfecto. Somos una familia y me encanta.
Intro: Hola Amigos! Mi nombre es Alexis y este mi vida y mi queridos los.
Yo: Mi nombre es Alexis Dean, soy una estudiante de primer año aquí en SLA. Soy de Filadelfia. Soy Boba, Sociable, and Amoroso Me fasicna leer, dormir, estar de vago con mi familia, y praticar deportistes.
Ella: Su nombre es Alyssa, Su es mi hermana menor Alyssa es adorable. Alyssa tiene tres años. Le fasicna baliar, eschuchar musica y cantar. Sin embargo Alyssa encanta su hermana mayor Alexis mas. La adoro porque su mi hermana menor y es mi todo mundo.
Ellos: Ellos es mis primos Nicky y Astasia. Son de Filadelphia. Tienen una familia grande. Les gusta Jusgar Videojuegos escuchar musica y mas o menos en amor con Facebook. Ma caen bien porque ellos son mi primos y son mi mejor amigos.
Ellas: Ellas son mi madre y mi amiga Tytiana. Son de Filadelphia tambien. Ellas son guapas, comicos and bobas. Les gusta escuchar musica. Ellas casi siempre tener auriculares en. Ma caen bien porque ellas son siempre hay para me cuando yo necesidad ellas.
Nostros: Nuestros nombres son Gabrielle, Caryn y Alexis. Somos sociables. Tenemos los ojos moreno. Nos encanta Basketbol, escuchar musica y comer. Nos llevamos bien porque es mi favorborita amigas.
In all 22 of the Spanish countries, the days of the week start with Monday, whereas in the English speaking countries, our days of the week start with Sunday.
*Note: The Spanish days of the week must be lowercase*
Use this Calendar to demonstrate that Monday starts off the week on the Spanish calendar compared to the English calendar where Sunday starts off the week.
(Over the phone) ¡Hola! ¿Puedo ayudarte? (Hi, How can i help you?)
Si! la cena del lunes a las seis (Yes, Dinner on Monday at 6)
No Problemo (No Problem)
Gracias (Thank you)
Por Nada (No Problem)