Post by moonlightgranger on Jun 23, 2007 20:12:29 GMT -5
Destiny Of Doom: Siriusly Granger
Rating: k
Author’s note: okay, first published piece of work on this site, so yeah! Please review. I had to write a autobiographical essay for class talking about my fear I over came, so here is my narative, about how, I went blind and feared. Oh, and please don't pity me after reading this essay. I swear that's the worst thing that can happen.
My blurry unclear white whirling vision was coming to a dead silent close, and now nothing was possible, all hopes are buried alive. I had no real realization of what was spinning, jumping, walking, talking, or hollering beside me. I blindly felt my unsteady way around my small house with small cold trembling hands, and thought only of the one miserable word. Doom! Both of my kind loving parents thought I was scared for nothing, and could do with a bit of relaxation. My small delicate baby sister only cried very loudly though, which really scarcely helped my gigantic troubling problems. I was already extremely scared of my new strange home named America, because I had just immigrated to America from China. I was also only five which is a very young age. I also heard extremely happy glad news that relieved my scared stressed out self. A little ray of bright happy shining hope was in hand, because the disease I had in my eye can be cured if only and only if the awesome technology of the age gets even more advanced.
Although I could see in my early years of life, I was born with a medical condition, which is Congenetal Cataracts. When I was born my vision was actually pretty good, but then at three it was cloudy, and I could see only really large things. I could see colors, and of course lights. My parents would draw enlarged shapes for me so that I could color, and they wrote enlarged characters, which I could see. In preschool I remember when they wrote out print characters or letters that one letter took up a entire page. My vision level dropped some more, so at the age of five my vision was almost to it's critical point. My Vision at five was fogged still more, and the objects I was viewing had to be rather close. I still saw light, a little color, and some shadows. I remember driving a little child's cart with a engine, and it was still alright. It was then that I feared it the most, because I knew something was going on.
I was only five, and didn't understand my problems, because a five years old isn't expected to know. I was very frantic, worried, and scared. My eyes was growing cloudier, and it was rapidly turning in to my worst nightmare ever. I was always asking a million questions about it, and I couldn't seem to stop the worries. I would be sitting in the bedroom, and I would just watch the lights, which scared me to the edge of my nerves. My reading was getting worse, so I learnt Braille.
My second concern was a new home, because I had just immigrated to America. The land seemed really strange, and I had poor English skills. As my vision grew worse with my fear of the new land, my worries about my vision also grew. I would worry so much that my mother just told me to please relax.
My vision was just gradually going away. I was afraid it would fade away, and I would be left with nothing.
My parents of course had no previous experience with blindness and neither did I. I had to get use to a lot of things, which included going through a lot of work, wich was a little difficult. My family really just did most of the things for me, and even things I should do for myself, which I was most capable. I loved it just because I was a little spoiled at the time. Soon I realized that life wasn't a land of laughter, but also a bitter one or a land of tears. We moved out to a big major city, and my school teachers had me do every single thing, which was a little harder.
At home, I would sit around really just being scared, and wished my live wasn't so hard. At school my teachers told me that it's life, and I was just to live with it, because I am not the only one in the world to deal with this situation. Well, I didn't think that was much help, but it added much pressure to my already heavy load. In truth, throughout these years it has really helped me to success in life, and later that's what help me with my saying I came up with. "It's a lot better to be a little mean, but truthful then, the nice, and sweet." Well, at home I had another problem, which was my homework at the time. I had to stay up extremely late, and figure the Braille out. Also my indecent English then was a downside as well, because I had a hard time with English homework, and general reading.
Gradually My fear was becoming the truth, and I couldn't see anything, but light. I was scared, and my small trembling hands were thoroughly feeling the smooth walls of my small house. I was not used to it, and once again I felt strange. For days I didn't want to be with people or even talk to them, except my teachers and parents, but soon I got the real courage. My teachers told me that to just deal with it. They were very strict about it, and so I tried. I was afraid to do so, because it felt strange. I soon got use to being unable to see and I didn't fear any longer.
Now about six almost seven years later as I reflect upon the matter, I start to laugh. The fear seemed so funny, and I couldn't understand the reasons I feared, yet I did. I know now there is nothing to be scared of and the change is not that big of a deal as a teacher had stated. Now, I even try to have a positive outlook on everything, I think everything is possible. For me now, nothing is impossible, and I just have to work for it. "It's hard but never impossible."
Author's note: I hope that taught you a lot, and maybe encouraged you. I hope it touched you, and made you feel a power of being positive. I just want to let you know, now my English is pretty decent, people think I am American if I don't tell them. Reading isn't hard anymore. I am very independent, and do most things for myself. I can still see light, but no colors. America is now my home, and I don't really feel like going back to China anymore. Oh, please review, and please ask as many questions as you have. Thanks!
SG or Siriusly Granger
Rating: k
Author’s note: okay, first published piece of work on this site, so yeah! Please review. I had to write a autobiographical essay for class talking about my fear I over came, so here is my narative, about how, I went blind and feared. Oh, and please don't pity me after reading this essay. I swear that's the worst thing that can happen.
My blurry unclear white whirling vision was coming to a dead silent close, and now nothing was possible, all hopes are buried alive. I had no real realization of what was spinning, jumping, walking, talking, or hollering beside me. I blindly felt my unsteady way around my small house with small cold trembling hands, and thought only of the one miserable word. Doom! Both of my kind loving parents thought I was scared for nothing, and could do with a bit of relaxation. My small delicate baby sister only cried very loudly though, which really scarcely helped my gigantic troubling problems. I was already extremely scared of my new strange home named America, because I had just immigrated to America from China. I was also only five which is a very young age. I also heard extremely happy glad news that relieved my scared stressed out self. A little ray of bright happy shining hope was in hand, because the disease I had in my eye can be cured if only and only if the awesome technology of the age gets even more advanced.
Although I could see in my early years of life, I was born with a medical condition, which is Congenetal Cataracts. When I was born my vision was actually pretty good, but then at three it was cloudy, and I could see only really large things. I could see colors, and of course lights. My parents would draw enlarged shapes for me so that I could color, and they wrote enlarged characters, which I could see. In preschool I remember when they wrote out print characters or letters that one letter took up a entire page. My vision level dropped some more, so at the age of five my vision was almost to it's critical point. My Vision at five was fogged still more, and the objects I was viewing had to be rather close. I still saw light, a little color, and some shadows. I remember driving a little child's cart with a engine, and it was still alright. It was then that I feared it the most, because I knew something was going on.
I was only five, and didn't understand my problems, because a five years old isn't expected to know. I was very frantic, worried, and scared. My eyes was growing cloudier, and it was rapidly turning in to my worst nightmare ever. I was always asking a million questions about it, and I couldn't seem to stop the worries. I would be sitting in the bedroom, and I would just watch the lights, which scared me to the edge of my nerves. My reading was getting worse, so I learnt Braille.
My second concern was a new home, because I had just immigrated to America. The land seemed really strange, and I had poor English skills. As my vision grew worse with my fear of the new land, my worries about my vision also grew. I would worry so much that my mother just told me to please relax.
My vision was just gradually going away. I was afraid it would fade away, and I would be left with nothing.
My parents of course had no previous experience with blindness and neither did I. I had to get use to a lot of things, which included going through a lot of work, wich was a little difficult. My family really just did most of the things for me, and even things I should do for myself, which I was most capable. I loved it just because I was a little spoiled at the time. Soon I realized that life wasn't a land of laughter, but also a bitter one or a land of tears. We moved out to a big major city, and my school teachers had me do every single thing, which was a little harder.
At home, I would sit around really just being scared, and wished my live wasn't so hard. At school my teachers told me that it's life, and I was just to live with it, because I am not the only one in the world to deal with this situation. Well, I didn't think that was much help, but it added much pressure to my already heavy load. In truth, throughout these years it has really helped me to success in life, and later that's what help me with my saying I came up with. "It's a lot better to be a little mean, but truthful then, the nice, and sweet." Well, at home I had another problem, which was my homework at the time. I had to stay up extremely late, and figure the Braille out. Also my indecent English then was a downside as well, because I had a hard time with English homework, and general reading.
Gradually My fear was becoming the truth, and I couldn't see anything, but light. I was scared, and my small trembling hands were thoroughly feeling the smooth walls of my small house. I was not used to it, and once again I felt strange. For days I didn't want to be with people or even talk to them, except my teachers and parents, but soon I got the real courage. My teachers told me that to just deal with it. They were very strict about it, and so I tried. I was afraid to do so, because it felt strange. I soon got use to being unable to see and I didn't fear any longer.
Now about six almost seven years later as I reflect upon the matter, I start to laugh. The fear seemed so funny, and I couldn't understand the reasons I feared, yet I did. I know now there is nothing to be scared of and the change is not that big of a deal as a teacher had stated. Now, I even try to have a positive outlook on everything, I think everything is possible. For me now, nothing is impossible, and I just have to work for it. "It's hard but never impossible."
Author's note: I hope that taught you a lot, and maybe encouraged you. I hope it touched you, and made you feel a power of being positive. I just want to let you know, now my English is pretty decent, people think I am American if I don't tell them. Reading isn't hard anymore. I am very independent, and do most things for myself. I can still see light, but no colors. America is now my home, and I don't really feel like going back to China anymore. Oh, please review, and please ask as many questions as you have. Thanks!
SG or Siriusly Granger