Continued From An Unforgetable Time

When the night nurse came into the room they gave me my first IV and connected it to some kind of fluid. The nurse asked me how bad my pain was on a scale of zero to ten, when zero was not at all and ten the worst of all. I told the doctor that I was at about an eight, so they injected 2ml of morphine into me. Slowly but shortly the pain left me and i was feeling a little better then I was before. On the scale I was about a four. The doctor soon came after the nurse and she pressed on my stomach and asked me where the pain was, I told her that it was on my abdominal pelvic area. When she was done pressing on my tummy she was telling me that she thought I had an appendicitis and I would have to drink two tubs of this drink that would light up my stomach when I had the CAT scan later. She was in the middle of telling me that I would not be able to eat anything or drink anything with the exception of the two tubs of stuff. Right when she said I could not have any water, my mouth started watering, so I asked her why my mouth was watering. She thought I asked her if I could have some water, so she said, "No you cannot drink anything" and I just threw up on the floor right in front of her and she just looked at me for a second and then ran out and brought me two barf bags.

When I threw up they brought me the first tub out of the two tubs of that liquid. The kind nurse mixed it with apple juice and made it taste better. When I first sipped it was a little good but as I kept drinking it got harder to drink and it got nastier with each sip I took. When I was done drinking the first one which took about an hour, they brought me the next tub and they said I had thirty minutes to drink that whole tub. It was horrible but I drank it all and they took a while to take me into the room where I was supposed to get my CAT scan. Because they took a long time my stomach decided that it did not want to keep the nasty liquid in so I threw up another time, this time I threw up about a tub of the liquid into the barf bag. After my second time throwing up I went up a few floors into the CAT scan room and I met a man who would be doing the scan. He was a very nice man, he told me that the machine would talk to me and tell me what to do, also later into the scan he would inject something into my IV that would make my whole entire body hot. When he left the room I was pulled into this big circle then the machine told me to breathe, then it told me to hold my breath. I had to do that a few times, then the man came into the room and said he was about to inject the stuff in me to make my whole body hot. When it was in my whole entire body got hot, I thought I was going to start to sweat but right before I broke a sweat it went away just as fast as it came.

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An Unforgetable Time

I woke up on Wednesday morning feeling a little sick and having stomach pains. I paid it no mind because that was the day my menstrual cycle started. So I went on and I got ready for school and drove on to the store with my father. When we got to the store and I was feeling terrible so when my friend Alexia said hello to me i just looked at her and kept on walking straight to the aisle with the pads.

When I got to the school I was not feeling any better then when I woke up that morning. I still went through the first three classes. Before school started I went into the girls bathroom and I threw up into the big stall's toilet. I did not tell anyone about me throwing up that morning so I went to the classes and did the work that I could do. By the time lunch came around I was feeling horrible, I gradually walked to the College store and I bought me a bottle of water. When that did not help me Iwent into the office and I told Ms.Ahn that I was not feeling well. She was the first person that I told  I threw up that morning. Calling my mother to let her know I was not feeling well, like a concerned mother my mom told Ms. Ahn that she would call my father to let him know that I was not feeling well and that he should come and pick me up to take me home. He came a little while later and I was home.

Later that night at about twelve in the morning I woke up from my stomach bothering me. I kept moving around until about one in the morning. At one in the morning I was so bothered that I went into my parents room and told them that my stomach woke me up and I could not go back to sleep. My mother thought that I had an appendicitis, because when my little sister was six years old she had one and she had to go into an Emergency Surgery. When my mother got off the phone with the nurse it was about two I'm the morning. I put on a pair of my black sweats and a tank top and my puffy jacket. When we got into the Emergency room I could barely move and I was about to cry but I didn't. I had to go through a medal detector and I was really irritated but I did it, I had to get my blood pressure checked and my weight and a whole lot of these tests. I really thought that I was going to die because they were taking a long time and I was in a whole lot of pain. When they finally came to get me I had to go into this room and I had to change into the hospital clothing and lay in the bed. I was very uncomfortable because I could not get into a comfortable position because of what was in my body.


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You Will Never Be incorporated

Because I could not incorporate you in my life,

He unsympathetically picked me up.

Along for the ride were many others,

All mortals of an immortal life.

Speeding down the road

Like the bullets fired from our guns.

People’s hard work and sweat

GONE

For our pleasure and happiness.

Pausing on a street glancing at our work

Blood on the ground

Broken down buildings

The city, a ruin.

Today an on, days feel like centuries

I thought it was over on that day

I thought I had incorporated you in my life

But now I know, I never will.

This is my poem for Ms. Corbally's class I just wanted to get some feedback on it and I want people to tell me what they get out of it. Like what do you think it means to you.

Rebuttal: Prostitution Should Stay Illegal

Here is my Rebuttal:


We all know that prostitution is illegal. Prostitution is illegal for reasons that bring danger to the citizens of America and even the people who are not citizens. The government can make this legal but that will not change a thing. They can make prostitution a business and they can put an age limit on the prostitution but that will not keep the youth out of being a prostitute. Our opponents state,

"Just like alcohol and drugs, children should naturally be kept away from them. this concept would be applied for prostitution. There would be an age required for prostitution as well."

Well now a days our youth are drinking and they are taking drugs, sometimes even hard core drugs that are illegal. This can be the same way if prostitution is legalized. A young person can get into the prostitution business if they want to because they have connections. Just like they have connections with getting drugs if they really need or want them, they can get into the prostitution business if they really needed to or if they wanted to, from  the connections that they might have. Legalizing it will not necessarily stop anyone from getting into it even if the government is involved.

Another point that we have is that when one of the prostitutes has a STD or is sick. When someone has a STD they can get with another person and it will spread like that. Making prostitution legal will not stop the disease form spreading. you can make this into a business but if one person gets a STD like AIDS or even HIV they will spread it very fast. the government can't stop the spreadoing rate of a disease, they can only try.

Our opponents may not think this is bad at all but we think it is. Having sex for money is not a natural thing to do. Sex is not something that should be with just anyone, and is not something that should be exchanged for sex. I understand that people like this and this is a way for them to get money, but when you think about it they are have sex with tons of different men and they are not really having a good time by getting their bodies invaded i know that I would not have a good time going to all different kinds of men everyday of my life. The women get depressed and they get spiritually hurt and in some ways they can get physically hurt.

In my opinion i think that prostitution is just an immoral thing to do. Making it legal will not make anything better. Okay the government will get invloved and they will take over the whiole system, the givernment can only do so much and can only go so far. So i do not think  that it wuld be a good idea to make this legal because of the impact it could have and of what things and people.