Dallas J.

I presented this day on what they don't tell you about hurricanes

Difficult decisions wasn't my favorite but I did like the dialogue in it. It kept me entertained through out the story and it gave good character description also. I wouldn't do something like that for my literary journal.

This year I have finally stood up for myself and accepted that there are some things that I just can't do. I stood up for myself with my family and explained that an old injury is still painful if you don't let it heal in the mind as well as the body and that is what I have started doing. I'm still physically unable to do certain things but mentally, I am better at allowing myself the room to try.

They can be broken up into large groups of different types of technology; computers, phones, tv, radios, lights, speakers, ect... Then the large groups can be broken up more into time periods, purpose, revelance, ect... With these groups and break downs you would have a list like Shield's 42 tattoos story.

Left over deserts

When a younger person is mistakenly diagnosed with schizophrenia and started on medication for it, bad things happen to them. In latter teen years people can be diagnosed with multiple personalized disorders and some are misdiagnosed because a doctor is looking for a quick buck or just to get them out of the office. This is bad and that is because the medications for these disorders are made for adults and adolescent brains are not equipped to handle it. And when the misdiagnosed teen starts their medicine, their brains don't know what to do and how to handle it. Things start to happen and actual symptoms of the disease will start to appear over time. Then before you know it the teen actually has the diseases and will have to be medicated for the rest of their lives.

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My cousin isn't the smartest or street smart person on the planet. She did graduate high school and she did attempt college for a month. But she is not cut out for smart decisions. She has two kids by two dad's and she lives at home with her own father and his girlfriend. She made a mistake a few years ago by not wearing a condom at a party and had gotten pregnant with her first child. Then she had met a guy who she liked and within about three months she had moved in with him and had her child. About five months later she was pregnant again. She stayed with her boyfriend and the two had another child but their relationship didn't last long after that and he had moved out. In the coming year my cousin would move from SD to California and back to SD. She would fight with both fathers and move into her dad's house. I don't understand even half of what she has done with her life. But I do get why she does some of the things that has in the last year. She tried getting her life on track and has since allow both fathers visitation to the kids and has started to save money for the future.

I remember when I was about five years old I had a cat named Sweet Pea and she was a pure white cat. She wasn't very old, maybe a year or two but she was still small and like to chase me around the house. One day as I was playing with her I was standing on top of a stool and it fell over. Sweet Pea was under the stool and didn't have time to move. She was crushed. Now my sister was home and was babysitting me at the time so when she heard the crash and my screams she came running. There was blood everywhere and I was sobbing and screaming. She pulled me aside and told me that she had popped a huge pimple on her chin and that the blood was from that. We had a fight over the blood. I was admit in it being from the cat I had just killed, bit she fought back that it was hers and it was from a pimple. After a few minutes I was angry and decided to take a shower, yes at five I took showers, to get the blood off of me. By the time I had come back she had cleaned the blood up and put everything back in it's place. I don't know where she had taken the cat but I was happy I didn't have to look at it anymore.

In late 2017 through early 2018 I had a lot of problems centered around food. I could feel hunger, smell food and crave it, cook and bake. But I couldn't eat anything without horrible pain. At fist I thought it was a period problem and ignored it. I ate smaller portions and I strayed away from certain types of food. Then around Thanksgiving I decided to hell with the pain I want to enjoy the food my family and me prepared. About 10 minutes into eating the meal I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to basically hurle everything back up. Then I waited a few minutes and went back out to try and eat more. I made it through a plate and a half before I called it quits and put my plate away. After 20-30 minutes I had this unimaginable pain in my lower right side and I thought I was going to be sick and shit myself at the same time. This lasted about three hours and I passed out after the pain had receded. About a month later around Christmas time I had mostly stopped eating altogether. My family had a semi get together and I was able to lie my way through the dinner. By this point in time I had given up eating anything but salad and soup broth because the pain was so bad. Then in January my roommate had had enough with me and the lack of eating I was doing. It was mid month so it had been about four months since my last full pain free meal. I went to the nurse station on campus and told them my symptoms and almost immediately that made me a same day hospital appointment where they checked my gallbladder. I got the results that afternoon and found that my gallbladder was not working at all. They then scheduled me for surgery two days later on Friday. The next Monday I was finally able to eat anything I wanted with very little pain.