What Others Think

Dear Anonymous

I understand how you feel. I used to care so much about what other people thought of me. I still do but it's not as bad. This is a difficult thing to deal with, and I don't want anyone to deal with it. So hopefully this advice about how to not care what other people think helps.

You can't please everyone

It's the hard truth. Not everyone will be happy with what you do, it's inevitable. It's impossible to get everyone to agree with what your doing. But if your happy about the choices you make and someone's bitchin about your it then to hell with them! It's your life, you can choose what you want to do with it. As long as you please yourself then it's alright.

People don't know you

People that judge you never know the real you. They're just mindlessly blabbing their mouth for attention. They don't think about how it can affect you. But maybe if you here someone talking shit about you try to make a joke out of it. Show them confidently that you don't care about what they think.

Life is just too short

Life is too short to worry about what others think. This is your only life. There's no do-overs. Once you put that into perspective then it makes it easier to not care what others think.

Overall, just have fun! Once you release the worry of what others think it feels better, you can start to have fun again. Give them something to talk about (in a good way of course). You can act like a fool and you won't care, you'll just have fun.

Social Justice

Is it better to be younger or older?

Personally I think that being younger is better than being older. Here are some reasons why:

1. You don't have to worry about your future

When your a kid you don't have to stress about re-taking a class because thats gonna be whether or not you can go to the next grade. And it won't have an impact on a future job.

2. You don't have to worry about appearence

When your little you no one gives one crap about what you look like. Now its all about appearance and whether you pretty or stuff like that. And when your a kid you don't care about what someone looks like.

3.You didn't have any responsibilities

Lets be real, no 5 year-old is gonna have the responsibility of cleaning the dishes or taking out the trash. When your little you don't have to worry about folding your clothes or putting the dishes away or taking care of bills.

Overall you didn't have to worry about anything as a kid. You could play blissfully and not know about the horrors of the world. This is why I think its better to be younger

The Time I Survived a Plane Crash

"Hey Ezmia wake up!"

I woke up to my mom poking me in the face.

"C'mon you'll be late for the plane!" she said.

I immediately jumped out of my bed and started getting dressed. I just got out of medical school and I was going to be an intern at one of the best hospitals in the country. I lived a couple of states away so I have to take a plane, cause hell I'm not driving. I got dressed and I headed towards the door before my mom called out to me.

"Make sure you be safe sweetie!" she said as I opened the door, "Make sure you stay safe!"

"I will mom!" I said. A car then pulled up to the drive-way and the window rolled down.

"Sorry I'm late! Hurry up and get in we'll miss the plane!" my friend said. My friend, Mia, just graduated from medical school too and she was going to be an intern in the same hospital I'm going to work in so we decided to just go together. After I got in the car she drove us to the plane. After we got there we found the right entrance to our plane so we got on and sat down.

"Aren't you excited?" I said to Mia happily. I looked over to her and she looked scared.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah I'm fine. I've never been on a plane before," she said nervously.

"Oh come on we'll be fine! It's rare for a plane to crash! I doubt that our plane would be one of the unlucky ones." I said while patting her shoulder. A couple of moments later we could feel the plane starting to move and eventually we were already high above the ground.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked Mia.

"Yeah I'm fine now," she said.

"Well if you need it I have so-"

Then it sounded like something exploded and the plane shook a lot. Everyone started to look out the window.

Then someone said, "The engine in the right wing exploded!"

Everyone on the plane started freaking out and the flight attendants tried calming everyone down.

I looked at Mia with a serious look, "We're losing altitude really fast!"

I looked out the window and saw trees getting bigger and bigger until we hit the ground.

  

I woke up and saw trees above me, "Oww my head hurts,"  I said. My ears are ringing really bad. I sat up to look around me but my eyes traveled to the piece of metal that was stuck in my abdomen. I looked up to see Mia started to walked towards me.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"I-I don't know we were in a plane and it crashed...." she said as she looked around, "How did we survive?"

"I don't know...." I said. I looked back down at my stomach and wrapped my hands tightly around the piece of metal. I looked a deep breath and pulled it out. Mia grabbed a random cloth and wrapped it around me and tightly tied it.

"We should help anyone else that may have survived," I said to Mia, "We might me the only people with medical knowledge on this plane."

"Okay, I think I saw some people moving over there," she said and she pointed in the other direction. We walked over and put our medical skills to the test. We started helping the few people that survived and it was already dark. We looked around of what was left of the plane and found a small box.

"Look I found some matches and a flare gun!" Mia said, raising the items in her hand.

We started a small fire and we had everyone sit around it.

"Nobody is allowed to go to sleep! Your bodies are still in shock and your organs can shut down!" I said.

"What does that mean?" someone said.

"You could die," Mia said. Everyone looked at each other with scared looks. But eventually no one was able to stay awake and we all fell asleep. 

I woke up to the sound of a helicopter. I quickly scrambled up to find the flare gun. I picked it up and immediately shot it up at the sky, and after a couple of moments the helicopter was right above me. We were saved.

Autobiography

Autobiography

I will focus on when I had my appendectomy when I was in 6th grade. When I first got the symptoms I thought I just had an upset stomach, because one of the symptoms is abdominal pain (It hurt to laugh, cough, walk, jump around, etc.). Eventually it got to the point to where I didn't want to go to school so I told the school nurse that I threw up and they sent me home. After my mom did an assessment on me she took me to the E.R. to see what was wrong with me. When I got checked they did an ultrasound and my appendix was about to burst. If appendicitis goes untreated you can die. The doctors said that they could do the appendectomy that night and my mother agreed. I was so nervous because it was my first surgery. After they prepped me for surgery I remember seeing that the O.R. was white and really cold. The doctors gave me a breathing mask to give me the anesthesia to put me to sleep. After I woke up I saw my grandparents sitting in the chairs and my mom sitting in the chair besides me. But almost instantly fell back asleep because the anesthesia was still wearing off. After I woke up again I had to try walking. I could barely get up on my own because I just got out of surgery. I had a hard time walking but by the I got up the second time I felt better. I went home the afternoon after my surgery and I was laying on the couch. eventually over time it got easier and easier to get up. Now I still have the three scars from the appendectomy.