My hometown was a crowded place to grow up.

– My hometown was filled with many stores, restaurants, parks, schools and houses.

Laci had a rather eccentric style.

– Laci liked to wear bright green skinny jeans with highlighter orange socks over them along with a bright yellow sun shirt to match.

Mr.Brown was the worst teacher I’ve ever had.

– Mr.brown always came to class with a mean mug on his face,  sat in the corner at his desk and stood quiet the entire class.

The room seemed very messy.

– The room was scattered with shoes and clothes all on the ground with left over food from 2 weeks ago.

 

 

The speakers are going off “CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE”. Her pager keeps beeping.  Her heart starts racing, adrenaline pumping as she’s running to room 224. She sees a room full of nurses watching as one is giving chest compressions.  She grabs the AED and places the pads on the patient’s chest. The AED charges. She yells “Everybody stand back!” as she’s about to press shock. The AED shocks the heart. Everyone is silent. “Beep. Beep. Beep.” The machine starts to go as it indicates a normal sinus rhythm.  She gives a huge sigh of relief as she says “Good job team. We almost lost him.”

Hello readers! My name is Justine. I am 20 years old and a mommy to a 1 ½ year old little girl. I have a job, which I hate but it puts the food on the table and the clothes on my back.. I previously attended Health Care Training Center located here in Fall River and received my certificate in Medical Assisting. Unfortunately, finding a job as a MA isn’t that easy. Which is why I’m attending BCC to further my education in hopes of becoming an RN

Math has always been a subject that just came easy to me. But when it comes to writing, the subject and I have a love hate relationship. For the most part it is hate. I’m hoping by the end of the course I might love it if possible love it but who knows.

There has never been a particular piece of writing that I have been proud of. That might be because ever since I can remember in school we were told what to write about (like book reports). I have never had the pure freedom to write about what really interests me.

Most of the writing that I do is when I’m writing out my grocery list. I try to avoid writing as much as possible. I feel the lack of good writing experiences has made it extremely hard for me to put my thoughts onto paper. I have often found myself having writers block. In the fall semester of 2012 I was placed in an English course and dropped it after the first day. It was a long class, 7pm-930pm and the atmosphere just wasn’t right for me.

The idea of writing on a blog although, intrigues me. I’m going to try and go into this English course with a more positive attitude. With big hopes that I will be able to express myself more freely with my writing.