Life. Such a simple word with so many different meanings. I find the question, "How's life?" to be so weighted. I always find myself wondering if the person asking is asking out of courtesy, or wants an involved answer concerning how I am doing. "How's life?" fake laugh and smile, "Ya know, it's going." The reality is, if you wanted to genuinely know how my life is, you would get a long, involved, complicated, emotionally-wrenching response, that not many people genuinely want to know. "How's life?" Two words, that carry the weight of my world in them. Such a innocent, surface level question that has the ability to hide so much beneath the surface.
I feel like I am watching life happen, like the old cliché life doesn't stop just because something bad happens. What do you do when the "something bad" seems to stop your world. It becomes the elephant in the room, and the eternal hinderance on anything remotely resembling the life you once had. That one word that has taken a happy, joyous life, and sent it on a downward spiral. My world has stopped, and my friends, family, and boyfriend's has continued on the fast
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The day that sent the life I had grown to love spiraling out of control. The day that took, a regiment, strong, driven girl, and made her vulnerable, helpless, and scared. Take away the amount of concussions and the question surfaces, why does a head injury shake someone to their core? Although five is a fair amount of concussions, people recover. Life regains normalcy, and begins again. The concussion becomes a distant memory, embodying strength and healing. Once time passes, you return to doing everything you once did, no questions asked. What if it was not that simple? What if this concussion changed life as you knew it? What if it had the power to make you ponder what you value, and it had the ability to strip you naked of all identity you have ever had. These are the things I am afraid to
What we sometimes forget is that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Likewise, every time someone dies, another is born. Every time a marriage ends in divorce, a newlywed couple celebrates their honeymoon somewhere else in the world. The world is in a constant state of renewal. So why do we only notice the bad things?
An anonymous person once said, "He who has health has hope; and he who has hope has everything." Ever since I was a young girl, I always knew I wanted to do something with helping people. But as I grew up, I also took an interest in sports, which leads me to where I am today. I would like to be able to help people in the sports ' world. In this essay, I plan to research concussions and how the long-term effects can impact people for the rest of their lives. Through research, I have learned exactly what a concussion is, the long-term effects and severity, and finally the treatments for a concussion. This relates to my senior project because for my final product, I will be presenting the lasting effects of concussions.
Change your perspective, try to see the positive and negative effects on an individual’s certain environment or situation. People can go through very difficult situations and come out completely different, but some people with strong mind can go through hardships and still stay the same. Whether it can be being abused or ultimately being thrown onto an island with no civilization. An individual can control the situation and environment only if they have a willing spirit.
Memory is a dynamic part of everyday life. It helps people function and communicate with each other without a second thought. This communication and function can be hindered if the person experiences a traumatic event. There are two main forms of trauma, physical and emotional, each of which can cause major damage to the victims mind. Both types can cause a person to have flashbacks to the traumatic event or even temporary amnesia. In his novel Remainder, Tom McCarthy uses The Narrator to demonstrate a case of physical trauma where The Narrator has an object fall on his head placing him in a coma. The second type of trauma, emotional trauma, is represented by Grandfather in Jonathan Safran Foer’s novel Everything is Illuminated where grandfather experiences a traumatic situation when he was younger but represses the memory of what happened. Foer uses Grandfather to demonstrate the struggle to overcome the trauma when he chooses to repress his memories, as opposed to McCarthy who uses The Narrator to show the initial success at overcoming trauma when there is no choice to repress the memories or not due to a case of amnesia. The Narrator uses a series of re-enactments in order to try to become more flaccid, due to the loss of memory and need to relearn every movement he makes caused by the traumatic event that he experiences.
Do you know that gut wrenching feeling of terror you might get when you go down that 50 foot drop on a roller coaster? Can you imagine experiencing that feeling almost daily? Hayley Kincain from The Impossible Knife of Memory knows exactly what that’s like. The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson is the riveting story of how Hayley learns how to face her PTSD. With the support of family and friends she is able to face her fears to help her dad, and in the end she learns that facing her fears can help her as well. Hayley starts her senior year with a negative attitude and throughout the story her PTSD helps develop the bravery and determination she needs to save her dad and give this inspiring story the true meaning of family devotion and sacrifice.
In “Bullet in the Brain,” Tobias Wolff expertly utilizes the underlying banal platitudes that come with an old cliché, watching your life flash before your eyes, in order to craft an engaging and suspenseful story. Furthermore, this reinvention is evident through the plots structure and unexpected twists. Thus, the overarching theme of the story—the perils of continual dissociation and remaining true to oneself—is revealed through the main character’s (Anders) interactions with the larger world.
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
People often ask why I seem to be so happy; my usual reply is "because
It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.
Life isn’t going to go the way you want it to.” (Vanderwerf 1) Mark Weber said to a group of students over a live videoconference. Life has its ups and downs, and certain people get thrown harder than others, but we all have hardships that we must face. We flourish from our mistakes and the aching we face in our lifetime. But how do we do it, how do people keep pushing through when everything feels like it is ending? What is shouting at them in the back of their mind that keeps them moving forward?
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
In the haze of the morning I remember reflecting on the adventure-filled summer I had experienced: I traveled to the Upper Peninsula to hike Pictured Rocks, tubed down the Rifle River, spent weekends in Caseville at my grandparents, and hunted boar in Tennessee. There was so much more I had done so it was challenging to remember, plus every weekend I found myself going out to embark on new adventures. Being sober for three years, every year kept on getting better and every year seemed to fill up with more positive activities. I was already planning to attend my first Red Wings game with my brother; we decided to see the opening game against the Sharks. The next thing I prepared to cross off of my bucket list was snowboarding as it had been my dream since I was a kid. My mind trotted further into the past when I used drugs and I missed those times because I did not have a care in the world. The thoughts of all of the responsibilities I held upon my shoulders lead me to be tempted to go back to how my life used to be years ago. I shook my head and reminded myself that my past life was more depressing than it had been fun and this was the time to continue to tackle my
I am sentimental, out-going, indecisive, understanding, curious, naive, lazy, and young. I want to be ... , well a lot of things, and growing is discovering what they are. I feel people cannot see the potential within, although there is no one to blame but myself. I look to others for approval instead of to myself. I aim to please; it leads to approval. I don’t like to discuss my faults; I pity myself.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
Viktor Frankl said, “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing; the last of the human freedoms to choose one’s attitude in any given circumstance, to choose one’s way.” I support this quote because if something doesn’t go the way you want it you could either look at the bright and spirited part of it, and make things better, or look at the dull and awful part of it, and make things worse. If it were me I would always try to look at the bright part of it, especially since you are the one who chooses your own perception and outlook on life. That is why you should think of it like this; do you want your perception on life to be tremendous and wonderful or dreadful and horrific.