The Bully and an Asthma Attack
por the time I was in elementary, my resemblance to George was becoming mais obvious. This caused several of my classmates, mostly the girls, to gaze at me admiringly. Of course, I wasn't shy at all. I was just quiet. I smiled and waved at them in return, though. Everything was going quite well at first. When, suddenly, while I was walking back to the classroom after lunch break, someone tripped me to the floor. It was my childhood bully, Jason. He laughed at me and exclaimed, "Well, lookie here. It's a little old hairball!" This caused me to become angry, and I replied forcefully, "What makes you think I'm a hairball, bastard?" Sadly, this didn't make him leave, and I was beaten up por his gang members. They soon got bored and left me badly bruised and wounded. I then limped to the school nurse, who was very concerned and asked me, "My. What happened, dear?" I replied, "I got beat up por a bully named Jason and his gang." She shook her head and said, "Oh, that Jason. He's been bullying kids ever since he was thirteen. We've already expelled him several times before, but he somehow manages to sneak back inside our school every time." I remarked, "That's awful." "Indeed. It is." She replied as she cleaned and patched up my wounds. She then told me, "The best thing that you can do is to avoid him as much as possible. When you see him, just run back to your classroom." I replied, "All right. I'll keep that in mind." When I got back home, I told my parents about Jason. After they saw my wounds and bruises, they reminded me to be very careful, to which I took seriously. Then, a few nights later, I suffered a severe asthma attack. This alarmed my parents greatly, and I was rushed to the hospital where the doctors used a small nebulizer as well as some antibiotics to clear my breathing. They also told my parents to continue using them at início until my condition improves. Thankfully, I fully recovered as the days passed. My wounds and bruises faded and healed, too. Afterwards, everything got better in the end.
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por the time I was in elementary, my resemblance to George was becoming mais obvious. This caused several of my classmates, mostly the girls, to gaze at me admiringly. Of course, I wasn't shy at all. I was just quiet. I smiled and waved at them in return, though. Everything was going quite well at first. When, suddenly, while I was walking back to the classroom after lunch break, someone tripped me to the floor. It was my childhood bully, Jason. He laughed at me and exclaimed, "Well, lookie here. It's a little old hairball!" This caused me to become angry, and I replied forcefully, "What makes you think I'm a hairball, bastard?" Sadly, this didn't make him leave, and I was beaten up por his gang members. They soon got bored and left me badly bruised and wounded. I then limped to the school nurse, who was very concerned and asked me, "My. What happened, dear?" I replied, "I got beat up por a bully named Jason and his gang." She shook her head and said, "Oh, that Jason. He's been bullying kids ever since he was thirteen. We've already expelled him several times before, but he somehow manages to sneak back inside our school every time." I remarked, "That's awful." "Indeed. It is." She replied as she cleaned and patched up my wounds. She then told me, "The best thing that you can do is to avoid him as much as possible. When you see him, just run back to your classroom." I replied, "All right. I'll keep that in mind." When I got back home, I told my parents about Jason. After they saw my wounds and bruises, they reminded me to be very careful, to which I took seriously. Then, a few nights later, I suffered a severe asthma attack. This alarmed my parents greatly, and I was rushed to the hospital where the doctors used a small nebulizer as well as some antibiotics to clear my breathing. They also told my parents to continue using them at início until my condition improves. Thankfully, I fully recovered as the days passed. My wounds and bruises faded and healed, too. Afterwards, everything got better in the end.
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An Irish Adventure
A week after my first dia of school, my parents and I went on a vacation to Ireland to celebrate St. Patrick's dia and to visit some relatives there. We rode a cruise ship from Albert Dock, which crossed the River Mersey and the Irish Sea before stopping in Dublin. After getting off the ship, my aunt, uncle, and cousin Liam met us outside the pier, and we stayed in their house for the entire trip. The highlights of it were visiting Blarney castelo and beijar the Stone, shopping in Cork City, and taking lots of fotografias with wacky poses in Giant's Causeway. I even collected shamrocks during our tours and brought them back início with me. In the end, it was a wonderful experience for all of us.
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A week after my first dia of school, my parents and I went on a vacation to Ireland to celebrate St. Patrick's dia and to visit some relatives there. We rode a cruise ship from Albert Dock, which crossed the River Mersey and the Irish Sea before stopping in Dublin. After getting off the ship, my aunt, uncle, and cousin Liam met us outside the pier, and we stayed in their house for the entire trip. The highlights of it were visiting Blarney castelo and beijar the Stone, shopping in Cork City, and taking lots of fotografias with wacky poses in Giant's Causeway. I even collected shamrocks during our tours and brought them back início with me. In the end, it was a wonderful experience for all of us.
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The First dia of School
The dia I started school was quite humorous and enjoyable at the same time. I was the unique one among my classmates because of my fair skin, which resulted in some of them wondering if I was a foreigner. The teacher was also amazed por my intelligence and how I did well in most of the subjects. I was ahead of my parents during the reviews as well. Once, my mother got surprised when she saw me leitura the sentences in the English lessons aloud. She said, "Rosie, you already know how to read! I'm so proud of you!" I smiled and winked in return. This made me feel grateful to have the special gift of being a fast learner. I was very friendly to all of my classmates, too. Also, during this time, my fluency in English increased. It truly was a great start for me, and despite getting excellent marks, I remained humble and always thanked my parents and teacher for their help.
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The dia I started school was quite humorous and enjoyable at the same time. I was the unique one among my classmates because of my fair skin, which resulted in some of them wondering if I was a foreigner. The teacher was also amazed por my intelligence and how I did well in most of the subjects. I was ahead of my parents during the reviews as well. Once, my mother got surprised when she saw me leitura the sentences in the English lessons aloud. She said, "Rosie, you already know how to read! I'm so proud of you!" I smiled and winked in return. This made me feel grateful to have the special gift of being a fast learner. I was very friendly to all of my classmates, too. Also, during this time, my fluency in English increased. It truly was a great start for me, and despite getting excellent marks, I remained humble and always thanked my parents and teacher for their help.
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Becoming a Beatles Fan
My parents introduced me to the Beatles por the time I was a toddler. The first song that I heard from them was "I'm Happy Just to Dance With You", which remains one of my favoritos up to this day. I couldn't help but dance along to the infectious beat. My mother then showed me a fotografia of the band, and I gazed at their sweet faces admiringly for thirty seconds. Soon, I was listening to their other songs, mostly from the early years. I also watched A Hard Day's Night and Help!, to which I couldn't stop laughing. It was officially the moment I became a huge Beatles fan, and thus, even though I was unaware of it at first, was also the start of an exciting journey that I would never forget as I started school.
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My parents introduced me to the Beatles por the time I was a toddler. The first song that I heard from them was "I'm Happy Just to Dance With You", which remains one of my favoritos up to this day. I couldn't help but dance along to the infectious beat. My mother then showed me a fotografia of the band, and I gazed at their sweet faces admiringly for thirty seconds. Soon, I was listening to their other songs, mostly from the early years. I also watched A Hard Day's Night and Help!, to which I couldn't stop laughing. It was officially the moment I became a huge Beatles fan, and thus, even though I was unaware of it at first, was also the start of an exciting journey that I would never forget as I started school.
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Kelly requested me to do this, so here I go. I know things have been rough. You had a rough childhood, and it isn't fair. Of course, nobody ever said that life was fair. No matter how terrible things were and still are, please know that I am your friend. If you ever need to talk, I am only an caixa de entrada away.
I admire that despite everything you have been through, you never became bitter. Don't ever change, Kelly. It would be heartbreaking if you did. No matter what anyone says, you are wonderful the way you are.
Even if there are storms, just remember that the sun is shining somewhere. I will help you see the light when it gets dark. I will be a shoulder to cry on. I want you to know that all of your friends you have made here care about you. You can talk to us about anything.
Just remember that lyric from one of my favourite Beatles songs, "Any time at all, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there."
Peace and love,
-Paul
I admire that despite everything you have been through, you never became bitter. Don't ever change, Kelly. It would be heartbreaking if you did. No matter what anyone says, you are wonderful the way you are.
Even if there are storms, just remember that the sun is shining somewhere. I will help you see the light when it gets dark. I will be a shoulder to cry on. I want you to know that all of your friends you have made here care about you. You can talk to us about anything.
Just remember that lyric from one of my favourite Beatles songs, "Any time at all, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there."
Peace and love,
-Paul