1 The Yellow Slip I saw it in his hand, the yellow slip. He walked by my classroom, sort of bent over and pale so I could tell that he wasn’t faking it. And if he’s not faking it, then he’ll most likely go home, and if he goes home then I won't get to see him on the bus. Boy, I hated that yellow slip in his hand, I hated it more than I hated it more than I would have hated it if it were in my hand, and I really don’t like getting sick. I was so bummed out that I couldn’t focus on my paper, we were supposed to write a personal narrative about a time when we experienced a strong emotion, and I was drawing a blank. Now, I had to quit thinking about that and start thinking about the yellow slip that was in his hand. If I couldn’t see him on the …show more content…
“Okay, well I’ll fill out a nurses slip for and you can go see Mrs.Jones.” when he said the relief swept over me entirely, maybe I’d get away with …show more content…
I too was now holding a yellow slip and walking down to the nurse's office. I decided it was best if I sort of bent over too, I might have been taking this lying to the teacher thing a little too seriously. I entered the nurse’s office, and saw him laying down on one of the gray bed things that the nurse has in her room. “I’m not feeling too well.” I told Mrs.Jones as I walked up to her desk. “What’s wrong sweetie.” Mrs.Jones isn’t at all what you would expect a school nurse to be like, at my old school the nurse was old, and always cranky. But Mrs.Jones was young and really nice. My old school nurse also used to just have us lay down and have our parents pick us up, but Mrs.Jones doesn't do that, she actually gives us medicine and takes our temperature, but I new that I had to stay away from medicine, I heard that a guy took medicine when he didn’t need it and died. “My head and stomach hurt. I think I need to lay down for a little bit.”I explained to her. “Okay then, go lay down and I’ll get you some water and take your temperature” she told me. I laid down in the bed next to him. “Hi Amira.” he said to me. “Hi Alex,”I said “Are your parents on their way to come get
Later, friends found him on the floor in a pool of blood. They called the ambulance and
"The Yellow Wallpaper" and "The Story of an Hour" are two very similar stories. Both deal with middle-aged women who long to attain their freedom. They share the same theme, but convey the message differently in terms of style and quality. The two stories are about women who are fighting for freedom, happiness, and the ability to be truly expressive in any way possible.
differently. "John is a physician, and perhaps- (I would not say it to a living
Kate Chopin’s “The Story of the Hour” and Charlotte Perkins Gillman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper” are viewed from a woman’s perspective in the nineteenth century. They show the issues on how they are confined to the house. That they are to be stay at home wives and let the husband earn the household income. These stories are both written by American women and how their marriage was brought about. Their husbands were very controlling and treated them more like children instead of their wives. In the nineteenth century their behavior was considered normal at the time. In “The Story of the Hour” and “The Yellow Wallpaper,” both women explore their issues on wanting to be free from the control of their husband’s.
nurse had told her that “someone like that is not supposed to be here....a lot of people think once
"The Yellow Wallpaper" is a short story that follows part of the life of a woman in the 1800 's in a diary-like format. The story follows a woman who has moved into a house while waiting for the previous one to be remodeled. She has just had a baby that she is not allowed to see, and her husband continues to keep her locked in a room unless she has an escort. In this era women were seen as delicate objects that were prone to intense emotion and in need of constant control by their husbands the escorts and ability to lock her away were, at that time, deemed appropriate ways to deal with his wife’s depression after birth. Strangely the wife was not forced to run the house, but the husband had his sister come and do this as well as take care
As man developed more complex social systems, society placed more emphasis of childbearing. Over time, motherhood was raised to the status of “saintly”. This was certainly true in western cultures during the late 19th/early 20th century. Charlotte Perkins Gilman did not agree with the image of motherhood that society proposed to its members at the time. “Arguably ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’ reveals women’s frustration in a culture that seemingly glorifies motherhood while it actually relegates women to nursery-prisons” (Bauer 65). Among the many other social commentaries contained within this story, is the symbolic use of the nursery as a prison for the main character.
"They found out I had bone cancer in my senior year of high school; I hurt my knee playing basketball, and it wouldn't heal. I've had six operations in six years, along with the chemotherapy. But it didn't interfere with my studies; what else could I do in the hospital anyway?"
"Joyce, I need to leave work at 10 o'clock today to go to the doctor's office." Trying not to show my nervousness the words come out fast. "Let me know what the doctor said", Joyce exclaimed as she walked back to her office. "O.k." was all I could say as she was walking off.
You need to hold the the puffs in your lungs longer and inhale deeper. Do it again and I’ll make sure you are doing it right. It shouldn’t be to hard. You know what, If you can’t take these next two puffs correctly. I have a device that will help you hold and inhale the puffs more effectively,” Once again I agreed and took two more deep breathes and asked if the puffs were good enough. “Alright, I’m going to go into the back and grab the device. You’ll love it and you 'll start feeling better in no time.” “one question,” my mom began to ask, “is jarrod able to go back to school?” “Why yes, this inhaler is very strong and he should be feeling better in no time.” “ Okay, good. He has missed too much school already.” Me, trusting the doctor’s every words was not feeling good about this new information. There was only three hour left of school and I was not one to enjoy the middle school atmosphere. Doctor Albec went to the back to grab the device. “Mom, do i have to go back to school? The day is almost up and I’m not feeling well.” I said trying to pull a fast one in missing school. It was a friday, and would have been a longer weekend for
What text will you analyze? The text that I will be analyzing is The Yellow Wall-Paper. What is the purpose of this text? Briefly discuss characters, setting, plot and provide your thoughts as to the importance of each in developing the story.
“Don’t! You probably have lice and I am not washing everything in this house again. Come on,” she said, grudgingly, dragging me by the wrist. “Let’s at least get you both cleaned up before we continue arguing about what to do.”
The man himself lay in the bed. For a long while we just stood there, looking down at
I looked over at Ami and wiped away some stagnant tears with the backside of my wrist, but she said nothing. The nurse came back in holding a white hospital band which she fastened to my left wrist. Then finally introduced herself to me as Katie.
He was lying in the hospital bed, it was as desperate a situation as the new nurse on-duty, Alicia had ever faced. There, on the bed was a man who had just been brought in for serious stab injuries on his chest. The heart monitor showed no heart beat and the doctors couldn't find a pulse but the man’s eyes kept fluttering half-opened, half-closed. Also, barely audible over the noises of the heart monitor flat-lining, the doctors yelling clear, and footsteps running desperately all around him were the mumbled words that he was trying to relay to whoever he thought was there.