Creative Writing: Tangelo Middle School Respiratory System

I ran, my feet bloodied and aching, my ankle unsteady and shrieking in pain. I ignored it, gasping

The following case study is of a 37-year old Hispanic male weighing 145 lbs and 70 inches tall found unconscious by his girlfriend. According to her he was unconscious for about 15 hours and she was concerned because he would not wake or respond and was breathing shallow and slow. She then called 9-1-1. The patient entered the ER by emergency vehicle and on my initial assessment Pt had an altered mental status, was very unresponsive showing symptoms of a possible drug overdose. The girlfriend told the physician the Pt had taken 75 mg of methadone and an unknown amount of Xanex and other amounts of Benzodiazepines. On assessment, the doctor noticed his altered mental status and unconscious status. He had a gag

Turning off the TV, Andrew grabbed his keys and rushed to the garage, angry for not being more cautious. Driving down the street as fast as he could to get to the cleaners, he said, “I wonder if Margaret has her phone. I will call it,” he said, pushing the buttons, he waited, and said, “Oh, no; it went directly to voice mail. She must have turned it off, but why would she do that?”

“Honey I’m going to be in Lake Tahoe’s Emergency Room in three days for Suzzane.”

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

In extreme desperation, rats were consumed.” (What

There was a sense of impeding doom that turned my stomach. Although I couldn't bear to look at the mask I held outreach to you, my eyes were tempted to look to you. I side-swiped a glance at you before you took the mask. My eyebrow arched as you looked at me, visibly distraught. My eyes did a double take, and my gaze fell curiously back on you. I sensed a feeling of unease from you, and became immediately confused. “Your master never teach you Torture 101, Mr. Ren?” Although I was mocking you, there was a sense of concern in my voice, as I looked over to the Dug and then back at you. “You look like you've seen a ghos-” Holding out the mask in front of you, I watched you intently as your eyes fixated on the item. My eyes narrowed at that reaction, and suddenly, it made sense to me. Perhaps you had seen a ghost. Fully educated in the many various connections within the Force, I wondered if in this moment you had seen anything. If in this moment, his darkness had fallen on you. I pondered the horrors you had witnessed... and if any one of those horrors was my own. I wondered if it was pain you experienced, and even... if that pain was my own.

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

My stomach began to tickle and an instant rush of blood gushed through my veins.  My muggy hands firmly grasped my boyfriend's arm as I pinched my eyes as tight as I could.

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

In my sixth grade year, 2015, I was sitting on the couch reading a book. Suddenly, a scream rang out. As quick as a cheetah, my mom ran into our living room and showed me her computer’s email. Excitedly, I took the computer. On it, was a few sentences congratulating me on making ILMEA orchestra. It was a music festival with a choir, a band, and obviously, a orchestra. I was so excited, I had to call my teacher, Mrs. Lafranzo. So, no more than four months later, I was in my car heading to Oswego East High School for morning practice.

After that Prospero told her a story about betrayal, a story about him being the Duke of Milan and how he was betrayed by his own brother Antonio and his friend Alonso and how he and Miranda were exiled unjustly. After that Prospero as a learned and powerful man was able to take direct control of the island, he freed a trapped and tortured spirit known as Ariel and befriended the inhabitants such as Caliban. Prospero 'helped' Caliban, by trying to educate him and teaching him to communicate, in exchange Caliban helped Prospero to survive on the Island. But by taking over the island, Prospero was doing the same thing that happened to him as Duke of Milan, now Prospero himself had become the usurper. In this act of goodness Prospero had unknowingly shown his evil side.

It was the year 1996 in the month of June, I will never forget that month and year because it

“I know and you're going to be ok.” I said even though I knew he wasn't going to be ok. We all knew he was going to die in a matter of a few minutes. And during those last few minutes we had with him we prayed to the lord that he would take care of the officer and watch over us during the rest of our journey ahead. I couldn't stand there looking at his dead body so we covered it with a blanket we found in a car. Next we heard more gunshots and they wouldn't stop. There were tons of cars around us getting hit with bullets and the bullets kept bouncing off.

I am the parent of Sofia I. Rivera-Santiago who is a 2nd Grade student at Antilles Elementary School. I am writing this letter to inform you about a safety concern at the Antilles Elementary School.