I am very grateful for Honor’s English even though it has been very difficult. Last term I failed the accelerated reader test on The Great Expectations twice before I passed. I hated that book like I had ever hated a book before, but Honors English has taught me a lot. I have become a better writer and reader, than I was at the beginning of the year. I recently noticed that because this has helped me so much, I may have even done the requirements for Honors English this term even though it was so hard.
I am writing this blog to say that Honors English is worth it. I know it may not seem like it when you are stuck reading one of Charles Dickens’s books, but it has been worth all the work. I have made it most of the way through this year, I can see the finish line. This is very exciting because I have become tired of writing so many blogs, staying up late trying to write a perfect essay and keeping up with the discussion boards.
Last term I procrastinated, and was about five weeks behind. This was a terrible experience when I finally wrote all of these blogs. I finally finished last term with my more than 2,000 word blog about my experience with my appendix. Right now I am already behind by one day. This blog should have been done last night.
I could not believe I had already messed without even working my way through the first week! Now I am going to try something new. I am going to write my blogs before the weekend, so that I will not have to worry about them later in the week. I am hoping that this will work, so I will not be a lazy butt, procrastinate, and rush to write everything at the last minute.
At the beginning of the year it took me a long time to write my weekly blog. Now, it seems as if it hardly takes time at all. The funny thing is, at the beginning of the year when it took me forever to write my blogs I was on top of things. Now, that I can do blogs in less time it seems like I am never on top of writing my blog. I am always writing these late, and I am sick of it. I hope I will actually keep up with the class now. I guess I will probably be hurrying stuff in at the last second anyway, but it is worth a shot.
This term, I am excited that I am not going to be forced to read a never-ending novel. The book this term looks better than great expectations. I am both excited and sad to be at the beginning of the end of junior high. This is one of the few things that I will be glad to miss because I will not have to worry about this every single week. Every year school becomes harder, so I guess I can not be too happy about this because writing blogs will probably be replaced with something harder. Honors English has helped me a lot, so if anyone is debating on trying out Honors English next year I would say try it.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Pip's Ruined Life
Great Expectations is a book about a poor boy, Pip, that has everything he has ever desired until he meets a girl, Estella, that tells him he is common, so he tries to impress the girl. He receives a benefactor that makes him rich; Pip thinks his benefactor is the girl’s mom, Miss Havisham and the gateway to earn the girl. The girl’s mom turns out not to be his benefactor, and he does not earn the girl (until after her second marriage in the alternate ending.) One theme that this book expresses is to be grateful for what you have. Pip seems to know that he should have stayed with Joe and Biddy, and been grateful for what he had.
Miss Havisham’s intentions towards me, all a mere dream; Estella not designed for me; I only suffered in Satis House as a convenience, a sting for the greedy relations, a model with a mechanical heart to practice on when no other practice was at hand; those were the first smarts I had. But, sharpest and deepest pain of all—it was for the convict, guilty of I knew not what crimes, that I had deserted Joe. (Great Expectations, Abridged Version, Book 2 Chapter 38 p.843)
Before this passage, Pip was just informed that Miss Havisham is not his benefactor. This is a catastrophe because Pip thought that Miss Havisham was his benefactor. If Miss Havisham had been his benefactor, Miss Havisham may have planned to set up Pip and Estella. At this point of the book, Pip realizes that he left his perfect life for nothing; the life he thought he left for Estella. He had been tricked and played like a chess piece by Miss Havisham and Estella. Now Pip thinks that he should have stayed with Joe and Biddy, but Pip deserted them, and ran off to become a gentleman. Becoming a gentleman to impress Estella was so important to him, that everything else was clouded. Now that the cloud is gone Pip looks back and sees that he has accomplished nothing. Pip is discontent because of his decisions, but he can not change them. Pip now wants to apologize to Biddy and Joe, but he needs to take care of the convict first. At this point in the book I finally feel like Pip is taking the right turns.
This passage has painted a picture in my mind because the passage describes things so well. In the first sentence, “all a mere dream” says that Pip imagined Miss Havisham being his benefactor, so that he could marry Estella. By saying this, I can see Pip in one of his dreams imagining Miss Havisham telling Pip she is his benefactor. Dickens could have written something like “Miss Havisham not my benefactor,” and he could have left the rest for us to imagine. In the next part of the first sentence, “Estella not designed for me,” adds more by saying that Estella was never for him, and never will be. It says that Pip and Estella are like a screw and a nail, a screw is designed for a nut, not a nail. “Satis House” is a place for people to become like gods. “Satis House as a convenience” means that he was not there to become like a god, he was there for others’ convenience. “A sting for the greedy relations,” means Miss Havisham has relatives that all want some of her money. These relatives thought that Pip was receiving money from Miss Havisham, so it was hurting the relatives and helping Miss Havisham to see Pip receive money. “A model” is usually something that sits on a shelf and no one plays with it, cares about it, or feels bad about it. “A mechanical heart” is a heart that can be repaired and a person can leave it alone or pick up on it whenever they have time. “First smarts I had” says that Pip is actually thinking right for the first time. “Sharpest and deepest pain of all” says that the pains for Pip’s actions were very terrible, sharp things hurts and cause deep cuts. “I had deserted Joe” means that Pip left Joe without even seeing if Joe was okay. Any reader could receive the same pictures painted in their mind that I received because this passage is described so well.
The tone of the passage helps convey being grateful for what you have. The tone in this passage is Pip being unhappy because he has finally looked back to see that he did not make the right decisions. At the beginning of the passage, Pip is going through all the things that will not receive, for example: Estella, Miss Havisham, and being godlike. Later on in the passage, he realizes that he has been tricked and played, so now he does not know what to do. In the end of the passage he is thinking, “Oh no! I deserted Joe and Biddy.” In this part of the book he is very depressed and angry at himself for leaving Joe and Biddy. Pip is depressed that he left his perfect life, and wishes he would have been grateful for what he had.
This book is a perfect example of why a person should be grateful for what he has. If Pip had stayed with Joe and Biddy he would have been content because he had everything he ever wanted. Before he left to become a gentleman, he had a future wife, a best friend, and the job he had always wanted. After he left to become a gentleman and found out his benefactor’s identity, it was unclear what he was going to do for the rest of his life. Before, Pip really had everything he wanted, but Estella told him he was uncommon. Pip should have just been grateful for what he had and ignored Estella, but Pip did not and he ruined his life until he found out that money does not buy happiness. In the passage he finally realizes that Estella is not for him, and he should be grateful for what he had, and now what he has.
In this part in the book Pip knows he should have been grateful for what he had. Because Pip learned to be grateful for what he has, he was able to move on, and do many things, including; helping the convict, helping Herbert, and apologizing to Joe and Biddy. Because Pip learned to be grateful for what he has, he was able to mend the problems he caused.
Miss Havisham’s intentions towards me, all a mere dream; Estella not designed for me; I only suffered in Satis House as a convenience, a sting for the greedy relations, a model with a mechanical heart to practice on when no other practice was at hand; those were the first smarts I had. But, sharpest and deepest pain of all—it was for the convict, guilty of I knew not what crimes, that I had deserted Joe. (Great Expectations, Abridged Version, Book 2 Chapter 38 p.843)
Before this passage, Pip was just informed that Miss Havisham is not his benefactor. This is a catastrophe because Pip thought that Miss Havisham was his benefactor. If Miss Havisham had been his benefactor, Miss Havisham may have planned to set up Pip and Estella. At this point of the book, Pip realizes that he left his perfect life for nothing; the life he thought he left for Estella. He had been tricked and played like a chess piece by Miss Havisham and Estella. Now Pip thinks that he should have stayed with Joe and Biddy, but Pip deserted them, and ran off to become a gentleman. Becoming a gentleman to impress Estella was so important to him, that everything else was clouded. Now that the cloud is gone Pip looks back and sees that he has accomplished nothing. Pip is discontent because of his decisions, but he can not change them. Pip now wants to apologize to Biddy and Joe, but he needs to take care of the convict first. At this point in the book I finally feel like Pip is taking the right turns.
This passage has painted a picture in my mind because the passage describes things so well. In the first sentence, “all a mere dream” says that Pip imagined Miss Havisham being his benefactor, so that he could marry Estella. By saying this, I can see Pip in one of his dreams imagining Miss Havisham telling Pip she is his benefactor. Dickens could have written something like “Miss Havisham not my benefactor,” and he could have left the rest for us to imagine. In the next part of the first sentence, “Estella not designed for me,” adds more by saying that Estella was never for him, and never will be. It says that Pip and Estella are like a screw and a nail, a screw is designed for a nut, not a nail. “Satis House” is a place for people to become like gods. “Satis House as a convenience” means that he was not there to become like a god, he was there for others’ convenience. “A sting for the greedy relations,” means Miss Havisham has relatives that all want some of her money. These relatives thought that Pip was receiving money from Miss Havisham, so it was hurting the relatives and helping Miss Havisham to see Pip receive money. “A model” is usually something that sits on a shelf and no one plays with it, cares about it, or feels bad about it. “A mechanical heart” is a heart that can be repaired and a person can leave it alone or pick up on it whenever they have time. “First smarts I had” says that Pip is actually thinking right for the first time. “Sharpest and deepest pain of all” says that the pains for Pip’s actions were very terrible, sharp things hurts and cause deep cuts. “I had deserted Joe” means that Pip left Joe without even seeing if Joe was okay. Any reader could receive the same pictures painted in their mind that I received because this passage is described so well.
The tone of the passage helps convey being grateful for what you have. The tone in this passage is Pip being unhappy because he has finally looked back to see that he did not make the right decisions. At the beginning of the passage, Pip is going through all the things that will not receive, for example: Estella, Miss Havisham, and being godlike. Later on in the passage, he realizes that he has been tricked and played, so now he does not know what to do. In the end of the passage he is thinking, “Oh no! I deserted Joe and Biddy.” In this part of the book he is very depressed and angry at himself for leaving Joe and Biddy. Pip is depressed that he left his perfect life, and wishes he would have been grateful for what he had.
This book is a perfect example of why a person should be grateful for what he has. If Pip had stayed with Joe and Biddy he would have been content because he had everything he ever wanted. Before he left to become a gentleman, he had a future wife, a best friend, and the job he had always wanted. After he left to become a gentleman and found out his benefactor’s identity, it was unclear what he was going to do for the rest of his life. Before, Pip really had everything he wanted, but Estella told him he was uncommon. Pip should have just been grateful for what he had and ignored Estella, but Pip did not and he ruined his life until he found out that money does not buy happiness. In the passage he finally realizes that Estella is not for him, and he should be grateful for what he had, and now what he has.
In this part in the book Pip knows he should have been grateful for what he had. Because Pip learned to be grateful for what he has, he was able to move on, and do many things, including; helping the convict, helping Herbert, and apologizing to Joe and Biddy. Because Pip learned to be grateful for what he has, he was able to mend the problems he caused.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Appendicitis
It was Saturday night; I had just finished a great day of skiing, complete with my first perfect 180! I finished my homework by about 11:30, and made it to bed before midnight. Unfortunately, I was woken up about every hour by my brother’s lamp (which he had left on when he went to bed after me), but I was too tired to get out of bed to go turn off the lamp.
At about 6:00 I made it out of my bed and turned off the lamp, but the victory did not last long because at 7:00 I woke up and filled the entire toilet full of diarrhea. Then I was able to get back to sleep, but at 8:30 I emptied the rest of my stomach into the toilet.
At 9:00 I decided I could not sleep anymore because I was in so much pain. I took baby steps all the way to my parents’ room, but the door was locked so I did not go in. I went back to the couch and carefully laid my body down on the couch until my mom came out about a half hour later. When she saw me, she was very concerned and gave me a couple of things to drink to see if they might help me. But, I threw them up rather quickly right after drinking them.
I decided to go back to bed to see if I might feel better while my family went to church. While they were gone, I tossed and turned and I could not get to sleep. It also felt like I was starving to death.
When I heard my brothers rushing through the door because they were happy to be home to eat, I decided to go back upstairs. When I made it upstairs I was out of breath and I felt like eating something. So, I asked my little brother to make my most favorite peanut butter and banana sandwich with some milk. Half way through the sandwich I felt sick and I did not feel like finishing it. So, I decided to lie back down on the couch and wait for this sickness to go away. My stomach was hurting like none other and I did not feel like I was going to live through this (but of course I did because I am still here).
I was very thirsty so my mom had me drink a sip of Gatorade every 10 minutes. I was watching the clock like an eagle and as soon as it turned to the exact minute I would drink my desired sip of Gatorade. But as this continued, I felt more and more sick. The pain started moving from the center of my stomach to the right side of my pelvis.
My Dad was gone because he received a new calling and he was sorting things out. My mom was freaking out that I was going to die (just kidding, not really!). So, my mom called my Dad and told my Dad to come home and get me. While my Dad was coming home I had another barf attack.
When my Dad came home, we rushed our way to the hospital. My mom decided to come with us because she wanted to know what was happening. The car ride was very miserable. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I was just happy to be there. My Dad got out of the car with me and we went into the hospital. (My mom parked the car.)
Because my Dad is a doctor, it seemed like I went right in to see a doctor. (But, my mom says it wasn’t quite that fast.) When I told the doctor my story, he said that it was the perfect story for appendicitis and if I were his child I would go straight to the operating room. Next they had my blood drawn which was very sweet! (I liked how it felt and plan to give blood as soon as I am old enough.) The truth is it felt like peeing out of my arm, and everybody knows that that is refreshing. Then they put an IV in me which they kept in my body for quite some time.
They had me change into some clothes, special clothes that I could only wear in the operating room—if you call them clothes. These clothes were basically a piece of cloth that went over your front side with some knots that tied in the back.
The most uncomfortable experience at the hospital was moving from one bed to another. I had to move onto a moving bed to go to the operating room. When I got into the operating room, I had to move from the moving bed to the operating table. This was move number two. The last thing I remember about my surgery was the doctor putting some sleepy medicine into my IV and saying you are going to get pretty sleepy about right now. I was out.
When I woke up, I was being rushed through the hall to my room where I would spend the night. I was very cold. When we got to my room I got to experience moving from one bed to the other bed again. I finally thought I would have my good night’s sleep. But in the hospital it is difficult to have a good night’s sleep because my legs were constantly being squeezed to prevent a blood clot and a nurse was constantly coming in to make sure I didn’t pass out and to check my blood pressure.
The nurse said if I needed to use the bathroom I should ask for her help. Not wanting her help to use the bathroom, as soon as she had left the room, I asked my Dad to come and help me go to the bathroom. My Dad was a substitution for my abs because I could not sit up. As soon as I was on my feet I felt like the floor was going to come out from underneath me and again I needed to take very little baby steps.
I was very tired and I just wanted to go to sleep. It seemed as soon as I would close my eyes the nurse would be waking me up at my side and making sure everything was O.K. At about 6:00 I thought I finally got some good quality sleep, but then unfortunately a different nurse came in and told me what to do for breakfast.
Because it was 7:00 I could now order breakfast by dialing 7700 and tell them what I wanted for breakfast. Room Service! When I finally figured out how to work the phone and I called Room Service, there was a recording that said, “Room Service can not help you right now, it is not in our hours, we will be open from 7 am to 7 pm.” I didn’t know what was going on because it was already 7:15 so I decided just to wait a little bit longer.
Unfortunately I had to go to the bathroom again. It took me forever to get out of my bed and take those little baby steps over to the bathroom and the urine felt like it would never stop. When I got back to my bed and I felt like a new man.
Then I dialed room service again, this time it worked. I asked for two bagels, a popsicle, and some apple juice. As you can see, this is a very balanced meal (so says my mom, not really…). The meal tasted very good because it was my first real meal since Saturday night that I did not throw up.
The nurses came in and told me I could go after they told me all the stuff I could not do. I can not do any sports for two weeks, I can not do anything active for 2 weeks, I can not lift 10 pounds for 2 weeks and I have (can) miss school for 5 days.
By this time, I was feeling more comfortable standing up than I was sitting down. But because we were in the hospital we could only leave by going out of the hospital in a wheel chair. During the wheelchair ride, every little bump felt like I was having a seizure.
When we finally made it into the car, I felt like I had just conquered the world, but unfortunately the pain had just started compared to how bad the bumps were in the road. Each bump in the road felt like I was getting shot over, and over, and over, and over again in the stomach. My mom tried to help me and avoided some big bumps in the road and she might have been a bit of a road hazard because another driver became angry at her. This driver honked at her and it was pretty funny.
Then we went to Walgreens and ordered the prescription. Then we went to Bowman’s to get some popsicles. (My mom went in the store and I waited in the car.) When I finally got home, I felt that the pain was decreasing because there were not any more bumps! This is where I am right now, in pain. This is my story about getting my appendix out.
3/11/10
On Monday (when I wrote the first part of this) I did not have any medicine because my mom and I forgot to get some. By the afternoon I felt terrible and I could not do anything. At that time I knew why people steal prescription medicine. This would be because it relieves so much pain. I feel so much better when I take my medicine then when I do not take my medicine.
This whole week has been different than any other week in my entire life. I am able to sleep in on everyday of the week. I can watch movies whenever I want. I can barely walk. I can not laugh without intense pain. I can not talk loud without intense pain. I can not even go to the bathroom without intense pain. When I flex my abs I have intense pain. Most everything I do I have intense pain, but this pain would be worse without medicine.
This week I can eat anything I want. Popsicles are very good. Bananas are good too. Yogurt is also very good. Now I can eat most anything without it hurting. Earlier in the week that was all I wanted to eat. On Monday morning in the hospital I had a bagel, popsicles, and some apple juice.
My mom cares very much about what I eat because she has learned so much about what foods can help you and the foods are really bad for you. This week she let me eat anything even if it does not balance, if it has a ton a food coloring, or even if it is packed with preservatives. I have really enjoyed eating any food that I want to without worrying if it is good for me or not.
Because I am in French III, Mrs. Comiskey invited me to come to the French plays today. The French plays were very funny because the actors did such a good job. I was going to be in Cinderella and Snow White.
In Snow White, I was going to be “Happy,” one of the seven dwarfs. This play turned out very good especially because the play was not ready last Friday. The actors did a very good job, and pulled it together very nicely.
In Cinderella, I was going to be one of the ugly step sisters. One of my friends that is also a boy was the other ugly step sister. I am very grateful to the person that filled in for me in Cinderella. She was a girl so that might have been uncomfortable for her because she was an UGLY stepsister.
I have also enjoyed spending more time with my five year old brother. He has a funny mind with a huge imagination. One thing he does is point out the obvious, and most of the time this is pretty funny. One example of this is when we were watching the plays. After the first scene in Cinderella he pointed out that one of the ugly step sisters is really a boy. It may not sound funny now, but it made everybody laugh around us. I even started to laugh, but because of my pain I stopped. My little brother is very funny. It is fun to play games and do other things with him, especially when I am not feeling good.
At about 6:00 I made it out of my bed and turned off the lamp, but the victory did not last long because at 7:00 I woke up and filled the entire toilet full of diarrhea. Then I was able to get back to sleep, but at 8:30 I emptied the rest of my stomach into the toilet.
At 9:00 I decided I could not sleep anymore because I was in so much pain. I took baby steps all the way to my parents’ room, but the door was locked so I did not go in. I went back to the couch and carefully laid my body down on the couch until my mom came out about a half hour later. When she saw me, she was very concerned and gave me a couple of things to drink to see if they might help me. But, I threw them up rather quickly right after drinking them.
I decided to go back to bed to see if I might feel better while my family went to church. While they were gone, I tossed and turned and I could not get to sleep. It also felt like I was starving to death.
When I heard my brothers rushing through the door because they were happy to be home to eat, I decided to go back upstairs. When I made it upstairs I was out of breath and I felt like eating something. So, I asked my little brother to make my most favorite peanut butter and banana sandwich with some milk. Half way through the sandwich I felt sick and I did not feel like finishing it. So, I decided to lie back down on the couch and wait for this sickness to go away. My stomach was hurting like none other and I did not feel like I was going to live through this (but of course I did because I am still here).
I was very thirsty so my mom had me drink a sip of Gatorade every 10 minutes. I was watching the clock like an eagle and as soon as it turned to the exact minute I would drink my desired sip of Gatorade. But as this continued, I felt more and more sick. The pain started moving from the center of my stomach to the right side of my pelvis.
My Dad was gone because he received a new calling and he was sorting things out. My mom was freaking out that I was going to die (just kidding, not really!). So, my mom called my Dad and told my Dad to come home and get me. While my Dad was coming home I had another barf attack.
When my Dad came home, we rushed our way to the hospital. My mom decided to come with us because she wanted to know what was happening. The car ride was very miserable. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I was just happy to be there. My Dad got out of the car with me and we went into the hospital. (My mom parked the car.)
Because my Dad is a doctor, it seemed like I went right in to see a doctor. (But, my mom says it wasn’t quite that fast.) When I told the doctor my story, he said that it was the perfect story for appendicitis and if I were his child I would go straight to the operating room. Next they had my blood drawn which was very sweet! (I liked how it felt and plan to give blood as soon as I am old enough.) The truth is it felt like peeing out of my arm, and everybody knows that that is refreshing. Then they put an IV in me which they kept in my body for quite some time.
They had me change into some clothes, special clothes that I could only wear in the operating room—if you call them clothes. These clothes were basically a piece of cloth that went over your front side with some knots that tied in the back.
The most uncomfortable experience at the hospital was moving from one bed to another. I had to move onto a moving bed to go to the operating room. When I got into the operating room, I had to move from the moving bed to the operating table. This was move number two. The last thing I remember about my surgery was the doctor putting some sleepy medicine into my IV and saying you are going to get pretty sleepy about right now. I was out.
When I woke up, I was being rushed through the hall to my room where I would spend the night. I was very cold. When we got to my room I got to experience moving from one bed to the other bed again. I finally thought I would have my good night’s sleep. But in the hospital it is difficult to have a good night’s sleep because my legs were constantly being squeezed to prevent a blood clot and a nurse was constantly coming in to make sure I didn’t pass out and to check my blood pressure.
The nurse said if I needed to use the bathroom I should ask for her help. Not wanting her help to use the bathroom, as soon as she had left the room, I asked my Dad to come and help me go to the bathroom. My Dad was a substitution for my abs because I could not sit up. As soon as I was on my feet I felt like the floor was going to come out from underneath me and again I needed to take very little baby steps.
I was very tired and I just wanted to go to sleep. It seemed as soon as I would close my eyes the nurse would be waking me up at my side and making sure everything was O.K. At about 6:00 I thought I finally got some good quality sleep, but then unfortunately a different nurse came in and told me what to do for breakfast.
Because it was 7:00 I could now order breakfast by dialing 7700 and tell them what I wanted for breakfast. Room Service! When I finally figured out how to work the phone and I called Room Service, there was a recording that said, “Room Service can not help you right now, it is not in our hours, we will be open from 7 am to 7 pm.” I didn’t know what was going on because it was already 7:15 so I decided just to wait a little bit longer.
Unfortunately I had to go to the bathroom again. It took me forever to get out of my bed and take those little baby steps over to the bathroom and the urine felt like it would never stop. When I got back to my bed and I felt like a new man.
Then I dialed room service again, this time it worked. I asked for two bagels, a popsicle, and some apple juice. As you can see, this is a very balanced meal (so says my mom, not really…). The meal tasted very good because it was my first real meal since Saturday night that I did not throw up.
The nurses came in and told me I could go after they told me all the stuff I could not do. I can not do any sports for two weeks, I can not do anything active for 2 weeks, I can not lift 10 pounds for 2 weeks and I have (can) miss school for 5 days.
By this time, I was feeling more comfortable standing up than I was sitting down. But because we were in the hospital we could only leave by going out of the hospital in a wheel chair. During the wheelchair ride, every little bump felt like I was having a seizure.
When we finally made it into the car, I felt like I had just conquered the world, but unfortunately the pain had just started compared to how bad the bumps were in the road. Each bump in the road felt like I was getting shot over, and over, and over, and over again in the stomach. My mom tried to help me and avoided some big bumps in the road and she might have been a bit of a road hazard because another driver became angry at her. This driver honked at her and it was pretty funny.
Then we went to Walgreens and ordered the prescription. Then we went to Bowman’s to get some popsicles. (My mom went in the store and I waited in the car.) When I finally got home, I felt that the pain was decreasing because there were not any more bumps! This is where I am right now, in pain. This is my story about getting my appendix out.
3/11/10
On Monday (when I wrote the first part of this) I did not have any medicine because my mom and I forgot to get some. By the afternoon I felt terrible and I could not do anything. At that time I knew why people steal prescription medicine. This would be because it relieves so much pain. I feel so much better when I take my medicine then when I do not take my medicine.
This whole week has been different than any other week in my entire life. I am able to sleep in on everyday of the week. I can watch movies whenever I want. I can barely walk. I can not laugh without intense pain. I can not talk loud without intense pain. I can not even go to the bathroom without intense pain. When I flex my abs I have intense pain. Most everything I do I have intense pain, but this pain would be worse without medicine.
This week I can eat anything I want. Popsicles are very good. Bananas are good too. Yogurt is also very good. Now I can eat most anything without it hurting. Earlier in the week that was all I wanted to eat. On Monday morning in the hospital I had a bagel, popsicles, and some apple juice.
My mom cares very much about what I eat because she has learned so much about what foods can help you and the foods are really bad for you. This week she let me eat anything even if it does not balance, if it has a ton a food coloring, or even if it is packed with preservatives. I have really enjoyed eating any food that I want to without worrying if it is good for me or not.
Because I am in French III, Mrs. Comiskey invited me to come to the French plays today. The French plays were very funny because the actors did such a good job. I was going to be in Cinderella and Snow White.
In Snow White, I was going to be “Happy,” one of the seven dwarfs. This play turned out very good especially because the play was not ready last Friday. The actors did a very good job, and pulled it together very nicely.
In Cinderella, I was going to be one of the ugly step sisters. One of my friends that is also a boy was the other ugly step sister. I am very grateful to the person that filled in for me in Cinderella. She was a girl so that might have been uncomfortable for her because she was an UGLY stepsister.
I have also enjoyed spending more time with my five year old brother. He has a funny mind with a huge imagination. One thing he does is point out the obvious, and most of the time this is pretty funny. One example of this is when we were watching the plays. After the first scene in Cinderella he pointed out that one of the ugly step sisters is really a boy. It may not sound funny now, but it made everybody laugh around us. I even started to laugh, but because of my pain I stopped. My little brother is very funny. It is fun to play games and do other things with him, especially when I am not feeling good.
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