New Cause Essay Outro

"Make New Friends but Keep the old." Katelin, Leeann, and Amanda, they are my rock. These three girls are not only a part of life, they are a part of me. I take a piece of them with me, as they do of me. I always know I can go to them, talk to them, vent to them. There to listen, to comfort, to yell when need. They are trust I look for in a Sister, the caring I want in and have in my family, the compassion that comes with years of friendship, years of heart break, accidents, they are the sisters that get me through life no matter how difficult it gets as we grow and start our lives out of our families, and creating our new families.

New Cause Essay Intro 2

"Thank you for always being there." "You are more than a friend, you are my sister." I have heard these words from so many friends, through elementary, junior, and high school, even in college. I am now going into a young women, taking charge of my life, with out my parents advice always guiding me. This is the time where I need my friends, whom are more like my sisters to help guide me through the hard ships that come with growing up. I had two best friends through high school, those young ladies are still my friends, but since high school, time, space, and life have pulled us apart and brought others into our lives that mean more to us. The new friends don't take away from the old friends, they build on memories that are already buried in our minds. There is always one song that stays in my mind about friends. "Make new friends but keep the old. One is Silver and One is Gold."

New Cause Essay Intro 1

I have learned in life that I need friends to get me through the good...and the bad times. I have those friends. Life has taught me that even if you aren't blood related you care just as much for them as you do your own family. There are those people that come and and go in my life, that I have thought, 'wow I thought I meant more to them.' I have seen so many things, and have grown with the new friends in my life. There are reasons why I love the best friends I have in my life, three specific reasons that go to my three best friends. Trust, Caring,  and Compassion.

Intro Two

One accident, okay I can deal with that. Two accidents, Not so much. It's mind boggling to think that your worst nightmare could reoccur again less than a year and half after the first. The second worst than the first. Coming off the interstate, 3 cars ahead of you, and a red light halting the traffic. Keeping an eye on the light, it turns green, first car enters the intersection, second car, and third car, My turn. Half way through, and in a split second I see a silver car coming towards me, no time to react, no place to go. in that split second my arms braced, my body tensed, and my car was impacted. blink of an eye to black out, mind racing to blank, and thoughts of the worst scenario running through my mind.

Cause Essay Reaction

The Essay that stood out to me was the 8 year old ballerina in the chicken suit. I have always been intrigued by dance, and even tried it once too. Stage fright was my worst enemy when I was young, Dance, gymnastics, and Cheering helped me get over my fears, and build the confidence I needed to make new friends. I feel like that is what happens in this essay. She learned that she could be her own person. She didn't need to follow the 10 year old role model that she had been attached too through roller skating, and gymnastics. It's also leaves more money in her parents pockets!

Intro One

Lance Armstrong once said,"If you worried about falling off the bike, you’d never get on." If I could reword that quote it would read "If you worried about crashing a car, you'd never get in." If you have ever been to divers education, and through the License Test, knows that when you step into a car there is always the chance of an accident. That is what went through my mind when I had my first accident, only a small rear ending, but when witnessed first hand, out the back window has mind game effects for months after the crash. Your eyes blink, Your minds racing, and You think everything over 10 times faster, and at the speed of light.

Place

Swaying, moving with the ocean, gliding over the water. Our ship is a spec in the Atlantic ocean. The wind was calm. Nothing like a see saw, side to side, wave on top of wave hours earlier. I always thought the captain would hit them on purpose, maybe punishment for dinner service. The loud, rowdy crew we had in the kitchen. Through out the voyage the soft vibrations of the engines roaring could only be heard at night. Seeing the view, stars glistening, and the water rippling out the stern of the ship, you always felt free. Taking a deep breathe, bringing in the smell of the ocean. The salt water mixed with fish, dolphins, and underwater plants was a smell that brought back the memories of home, taking trips to beaches, breaking open the seaweed pods, and capturing crabs in buckets of water, along with soft, wet sand. The night is here everything is quiet, you could even here a mouse moving about, in the wall of quarters. The ship against the water rocks you to sleep, slowly drifting into sweet salty dreams.

Real Life Research

Always standing on the outside. Wanting to be apart of the group. Waiting for the time that I would be called to step in, step into that role I have always wanted! To be a flyer on my cheerleading team. Everyday I go to the computer, Open up you tube and memorize all the flying techniques. My time was coming, I could feel it in my body. I was ready, after the camps, the videos, and seeing all the stunts in person I could do them with eyes closed, and hands behind my back. I know what your thinking over confident, maybe even a little arrogant in my set ways. I'm not, I have been doing my research for 4 years, always being that girl who is a front, there but not always needed. I wanted more and the day I was told "Okay show me what you got." I was the impress-or and all eyes were focused on me. 

ISearch Why I'm Writing

Why I’m Writing

Ever since my accident, and my first migraine, I have always felt there was a connection. I have done research into Migraines before, but only to see what I could not eat in order to help stop them, and when I still had a Migraine every week I stopped the research and gave up. I was accepting defeat. Now with this ISearch I can dig deeper than before and get details and information from more than just the internet, I read documents, and books, along with articles that provide more insight into Migraines.

                I want to be able to find out if I have kids will I pass the episodes on to them? I’m getting to the age where I am thinking about starting a family. I don’t or would never want someone to go through the years I have with all the pain, which is associated with Migraines. Migraines have affected my life so much, limiting me food, drink, smells, driving, and self-motivation, along with work. If I get a Migraine at work I can’t stay there, I have to go home. One of the first signs that I get before a migraine starts is I lose the entire right side of my vision, and the pain is searing and pounding mixed together. It affects every day, to the point that I want to give up on every living a normal life, without the head pain.

                All the questions and concerns have been built up in my head for so long that as I write they just want to start pouring out. Why I’m writing about migraines you ask? Well, I want the answers that the doctors can’t give me. I want the knowledge and understanding that I am okay. I want to know that I can tell my parents not to worry any more, and that I am actually okay and they can fully believe that and can finally relax. Stress has been building as the Migraines have been getting worse with time, and it takes a toll on me in general. I want to learn that I can control what is going on with me, and turn it around to a positive end, an end that has no pain, and no sensitivity.

ISearch Background

BACKGROUND

Lights affect me, sounds annoy me, standing is difficult, and no medications help. This is how I see my life two to three days out of week. I suffer from Migraines, in the front of my head, the back of my head, and right at the top. The migraines range from horrible, unbearable pain to light sensitive dull aches. Trapped underneath a pillow, the house completely dark, no TV or music playing; only sound of fast breathing, and tears roll down my eyes. These words describe a pain, but the truth is nothing can describe it to the extent I feel those migraines.

                I haven’t had migraines all my life. It started when I was 13, on a spring night, right after the circus. I was watching TV in my parents’ bedroom, a documentary on gymnastics and the injuries that occur. I remember very little from that night, only bits and pieces from the beginning, and then waking up. I sat up from the floor, and walked towards the door to go towards my bedroom. I put my hand on the door frame to say good night and black. I wake up about three minutes later, my breathe moving faster than a hurricane moving at 150 mph. Panicking and screaming, my dad has ahold of my head, keeping my still, and in place until paramedics arrive. I hear my mother in the background yelling on the phone, it’s the second time she has dialed 911 in the past three minutes. The blood was drained from her face, turning her white as a ghost at the site of me lying on the floor, not knowing why it had happened, and what was wrong. Paramedics arrive and apply the neck brace and backboard; I can’t move the straps are tight holding my shoulders and legs together. I am panicking inside, more worried about missing school, and not knowing what was happening. I couldn’t remember what had happened, and that scared me most of all.

                My dad tells the story the best; he was the closet on to me when I passed out. He was laying on the outside of the bed, by the night stand, with that the annoying alarm clock. He saw me get up, normally, walk towards the door and stop. My parents always know that I like to joke around and freak them out from time to time, but my dad knew about .5 seconds too late that when I was falling back, this was no joke. In the .5 seconds it took my dad to realize that I was in trouble, I was already on my way down to the floor. Falling onto the floor hurts, but not as bad as the fall I took. My parents’ bed is at an angle, and there is no bed skirt around the edge. I fell very close to the bed, hit the back of head off of the frame, if you were to put four fingers at the base of your skull, and feel where that last finger going upward is that is where the frame and my head connected. My dad has said that he immediately flew out of bed, and watched as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I started convulsing into two seizures. As he is holding my head, to make sure I don’t get up and injure myself more, he is watching me panic, and have trouble breathing from all the screaming, and crying.

                The paramedics took my blood pressure in the ambulance, they discovered that it was very low, started an IV, and we were on our way to Maine General Medical Center in Waterville, ME. When we arrived I was taken quickly into a room, and assessed for a broken neck, and any bleeding that could be happening from the blow my head took. They determined I had a major concussion, but I was okay. They could not find a reason for the black out, besides the low blood pressure, so they ordered a CT scan, and a EEG (more known as  electroencephalograph) to measure brain activity to maybe determine if I had a late stage of childhood epilepsy. Everything came back clear, and the testing was over.

                About a week after I had my first migraine, the pain was so severe that I had to leave the second circus show my parents and I were at. We walked out and my mother looked at me, and immediately told me to sit on the stairs. I remember a Shriner and paramedic coming over to see if I was alright, as the color in my face was non-existent, and I was almost limit from the pain, tears streaming down my eyes. All I could think about was that I had ruined another day for my parents and there was nothing I could do about it. Ever since then I have my good days and my bad days. I want to do my ISearch on Migraines because I live with them every day, I can put my opinion out there, and discover maybe what doctors haven’t been able to do, an answer as to why I get the over powering pain, and finally be able to fix the problem, or maybe the information will bring up more questions that need to be dug in to for more answers.

Person

Sales, commission, and a whole lot of drama. That is what I deal with every day, why isn't it taken care of, or nipped in the bud by management, more or less our management doesn't want to deal with it.Nothing was ever done about the disrespectful, ignorant, rude girls on my counter. Until I let out my opinion, one day after too many snaps, and rude comments. Lisa makes promises, she is a dictator, a forgetful person, stretched to her limit,s running five sections of the store, on top of running a 6 counter cosmetics section. The only time you know you can talk to her and she would would actually listen is when her hair is down, and she may have on a tad bit of lip stick or mascara. When her hairs up don't bother asking her for anything, or bringing anything to her attention, it is snap city when her hair is up, and a pen is securing it in a bun. One day my full timer, Chaz came in the store late, no make up on, and an attitude that could be seen for miles. Walking from counter to counter grabbing what she wanted to put on her face that day, not caring about the customers around or the managers that would see her doing her make up on the floor, on company time. I would not have it and told her to stop, and the put the items back at they're respectable counters. An "Aye aye Captain followed" Along with an eye roll, and huff from her mouth. I would have none of that any more, that was the last straw. I walked with her up stairs, did a write up, and had a lengthy discussion with her, and Lisa about the lack of respect and that it needed to stop, or further action would be taken on my side. Since that time Lisa is still making promises, and not following through with them, but things have changed at the counter, the respect is there now. Which in-turn makes sales, and commission on our counter roll in every day better then the day before.

Scooter (Object)

       A need for speed was always the answer, when we were twelve. The wind blowing in our faces, we don't think of anything else except, 'where to ride to next.' Pushing along down the sidewalk until we came to a hill, where our scooter did all the work, and our mother was always right in suggesting "we wear our knee pads,'just in case' and always safety first." Why couldn't she be fun and cool. Like the uncle who went down the hill, "drive way", behind the house, fell and scrapped the skin off his thigh. That was an awesome moment. Painful, but awesome. Scooters were all the rage back in 2001, riding to school, to the playground, stores, and to get ice cream. Nothing could ever stop the speed we got, along with the work out, using our legs to push us along. Secretly that is why my mother bought me two scooters, just in case I wore one out, 'oh here is a back up.' Having a scooter taught me the responsibility of having my first moving vehicle, two wheels, and a brake with a brake line. That brake line was the life line when traveling at a high rate of speed.
       When you dig down deep and really look at a scooter, with the facts it taught about life without anybody having knowledge it was doing so, is quite interesting. On a scooter we needed to push through life, use our strength to over come the hills, Stop and think before we did something stupid or acted in a stupid way. When we needed a brake all we had to do was push on the brake pedal in the back and the adventure would come to a stop. The lasting impression a scooter leaves, is when we feel that wind blowing we never think anything can bother us and that life is a breeze because when we are a kids, riding our scooter at age 12, only worrying about that next hill your going to ride on, that is the only challenge we are facing that day, that moment.

Reaction to Isearch Samples

I'm starting to understand more about how to form and write the Isearch paper from a more personal view. Not a research paper. The first topic I chose would have made my paper just that, research. My new topic is more viewed from my point of view, not others, more or less because it effects the way I live everyday. The isearches that I have read through are more personal, for example the colorblindness Isearch dealt with more personal points, and his struggles early in life, along with the lesson he learned living with colorblindness. The late talkers involved his person struggle with his son not being verbal at a young age.  They are detailed from point of views, not from straight facts, articles, and sites online. I'm interested to see what I can come up with for my topic on migraines because it does involve me more then just straight facts and research.

New ISearch

Living with the fear of lights, loud sounds, and sensitivity for years, can really be mind-blowing. Especially when it effects your everyday living. My topic is a constant conflict in my life, I live every day with Migraines. The constant pain, blurry vision ( to the point that I lose the right side of my vision completely). There are theories, and myths on what migraine triggers are, and ways to treat them. I have my theories, and the doctors have their theories. I want to know if I will have to live with Migraines for the rest of my life.

My questions for isearch (More to come):

1. What other different forms of Migraines are there besides ocular, and Atypical Migraine? (I have been tested for both).

• Chronic Forms

2. Treatments?

• Remedies 
• Homeopaths 
• Diets 
• Medications

3. Triggers?

• Food
• drinks
• Way of living
• Sounds
• Body/diseases or medical conditions

4. Are scientists close to finding out a way to stop migraines from occurring?

• Myths
• Theories
• Control groups (experiments)

5. Changes that need to be made to battle against migraines?

• Life style changes
• Control Medications
• Surgeries 

ISearch

Work/Jobs/Stress

I want to know if the stress? Money? And time? That comes with getting a job out side of school, graduating or not! is it worth it? Whether it be high school or college, is the searching and agonizing wait, along with stress worth anything? Are we working towards nothing but debt? especially when it comes to how our economy is and the way it affects our jobs today.

I'm a working student, I'm proud of that, but always in the back of my mind is that little voice on my right shoulder saying, "Is it worth it?" School and work has failed once for me, more because I couldn't afford it, and neither could my parents, and job I had-- Not good pay. Now I can afford/struggle to pay for classes out of pocket because I have a JOB! Not what I want in a career, but it pays the bills, but I still want some thing more. I'm scared to think of what will happen when next semester is done, and I have to find a "Big Girl Job." I'm always coming back to that question, "Is a school worth doing in order to find a better job or am i wasting time, money, and a whole bunch of stress to be let down again?"

I don't think this topic is going to be easy. There are so many angles and questions to pursue, that I just want to dig right into the research. I'm ready to find some thing that will help me answer my questions or maybe even frustrate me more in the end. I know i will find some thing in the end, whether it will be one answer or many is another question.

Unique

Make up on fifteen hours out of the day,  I'm a workaholic at the Lancome Make up counter (Counter Manager). I'm a likable, nice, friendly, and reasonable woman, did I mention nice, maybe too nice. The word taken advantage of comes to mind most of the time. Always a worrier, I'm constantly doing bill plans out for months in advance. I'm a 5'1", hard working, fun-loving lady, I love to hike, when I get a chance. I do anything to get work off my mind, I go on road trips (planned hours before or winging it). I'm a stress-er, and worrier, not an air-head.

Brainstorm

I always have thoughts, and different questions running through my mind. The isearch paper is going to bring those thoughts to life. Coming up with a list easy, but very long. The thought I chose for isearch is run the runs through my head twenty-four hours a day. Something that really annoys my boyfriends, but at the same time is on his mind just as much as it is on mine. My ideas are going to come out like a pot pot over flowing with boiling water. I said in a reaction piece before when some thing really has me thinking, and interested i can't stop writing, and ideas flow. I don't know if you want us to throw out there what our topics are and I really want to scream it out, but i'm going to keep it in until the isearch graf. This topic is going to throw so much out there, and have so much life to it.