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My mom leaned down and kissed my cheek, she told me to have a good day and reassured me we would get ice cream together after school. As my mom started to walk away my tantrum began. I could not fathom being away from my mom for an entire day! Tears began stinging my eyes as my mom’s figure faded into the distance. My classmates’ figures began to blur as tears spewed down my face and into my open, screaming mouth. The taste of salt from my tears only fueled the fire that began burning inside of me and intensified my…
Mrs. Snyder passed tests out and flipped mine over when she placed it on my desk. I flip over and read the paper. It says “PARENT CONFERENCE MONDAY NIGHT AT 7:00 PM.” I looked at the grade and my heart dropped, it was a F. I hear the bell ring and I was so mad at myself I just put my test away and stomped out of the room. That night, I heard my parent’s car pull in after school. “I have to show them, I have to.” As they walk through the door, I hand my test to them and explained what happened. I felt my heart drop and felt total regret for what I did. “I’m taking your electronics away!” my mom yelled, “Go to your room. Think about your imprudent decisions!” The whole house was quiet that night. It was Monday morning, school is back already. In 1st period, Mrs. Snyder announces that there will be a new unit test next monday and there will be a study guide passed around today. Mrs Snyder comes next to my desk. “Here is a chance to redeem yourself. Don’t forget about the meeting tonight.” That night, my parents drove to the meeting. That was the worst 45 minutes of my life. They came out furious and had faces of disappointment. To my luck, there was no lecture…
I wake up in 6:50 am in the morning, go through my daily routine of brushing my teeth, get dressed, and get in the car. During the drive, the car hits a truck and instead of exploding, everything begins to turn sideways and then I passed out. When I wake up I see a teacher scolding me for sleeping in his class. I began to look out of the 8th grade window and see that the whole school was on it’s side and the the tree were twisted to resemble Twizzlers©. Suddenly, everything begins to melt and I pass out again. This time I wake up to my computer where this story is being typed for mrs. McAuley’s 8th grade ela class .…
Today started like any other day. Mom came in and woke me up. I was still groggy like an old person waking up from a deep sleep. My mom laid out my clothes last night. She takes care of me like a king takes care of his people. I do not know what I would be without her.Once I got dressed and mom helped me put my shoes on. We walked downstairs and Lindsey and Shannon, my sisters, were getting ready for school. I walked downstairs to the first floor and saw my dad leaving. I ran to him to give him a good bye hug. Then I had breakfast. I am pretty sure that it was scrambled eggs with ketchup. My life is as hectic as an exterminator during an infestation. Or so I thought.…
1. Compare functional and product departmentalization in terms of relative efficiency, production, satisfaction, flexibility, quality, competitiveness, and development. Consider particularly the possibility that one basis may be superior in achieving one aspect of effectiveness, yet inferior in achieving another.…
It started out like any other day. I got out of bed and scrambled to get out the door after I took an extra hour in the shower. I hopped into a seat next to my best friend Erin. We talked for the ten minute ride before finally arriving at school. I sat down in homeroom waiting for the bell to ring. Brrriinnngggg! I rushed to Mrs. Gregory’s room for Lit. Everything was fine until gym class. I had forgotten my assignment notebook in Mrs. Saphir’s room so I ran back upstairs to get it from under my chair. As I started to walk back towards the locker room I heard the bell ring… late! I walked into the locker room hoping Mrs. Dennis wouldn’t notice my tardiness, but my locker is right next to her office. I quickly filled out a minor for before…
I walked into school with a frown on my face just like every other day since “the accident”. I can’t think about it or else I will start to cry. I wish my mother and father- I can’t think about it. I’m tearing up right now. As I push the doors open to Jefferson Middle school, I remember something. My homework. Great. Another few assignments not done. Ever since “the accident” I can’t stop thinking about it. It distracts me from class, resulting in not understanding the lesson which makes it hard for me to do my homework. And as you can guess, my grades are suffering. After “the accident” I went to live with my uncle. It’s okay here, but I would really rather live with my aunt. Aunt Janet is the best. She takes me places and spends a lot…
After 10 minutes of arguing, I finally gave in and decided to go to school. Just as I thought, people made fun of me. As soon as I walked through the double doors, people literally snapped their necks turning over to see me, and almost everyone immediately started laughing. Some weren’t laughing, but pointing and whispering, as if I didn’t hear them. When I got home, I told my mom how my day went, and she didn’t even feel sympathy for me! “Do not worry about them, boy. They are just mean. Go upstairs and set your stuff down. People are coming over for dinner in twenty minutes.”, she told…
It was a typical first day of school. Rushing to get ready, finding the perfect outfit, cliche first-day-of-school pictures. When I got to school, everything was normal. Life was good. But, in a weird class I had called “Creative Learning”, we were given an assignment. It wasn’t a normal assignment. We had to write a horror story, and we were…
I woke up around seven thirty or eight o’clock on Sunday morning. My mom, younger brother, and I stayed at my mom’s boyfriend’s house the night before. The original plan was to get up around five in the morning to get to the ski resort earlier, but we ended up sleeping in a little bit longer than expected. My mom woke me up by tickling my nose with a feather. With aggravation, I hurried up and opened my eyes and yelled at her. When I woke up, my mom started laughing at me. My younger brother, Mason, took forever to get himself ready. Everyone was up and ready within the next hour.…
I slept soflty in my room, meanwhile, Auston snored loudly. The sound echoed across the house. The sound nearly woke me up, but I managed to keep my eyes shut. There was an ambient sound that awoke me. My phone blared and I hastily rushed to investigate the noise. My mom was calling me, so I answered, “Hello?” She explained to me that she had to leave for work, and Auston and I were home alone. She also asked if we were on our way to the school bus stop. I checked my phone. It read 8:50, and the school bus departs at 9:00. “Yes we are on our way”, I responded and hung up.…
Only 2 tedious hours of school and I could go home and lay in my queen size bed with my body sized pillow because today was just not my day. As i walk into Mr. Schwantes class I see an egg, a cup filled with water, and toilet paper roll. I know right then and there we are doing a really fun activity. Mr. Schwantes was always a fun teacher. He was very helpful as well. I could always count on him to cheer me up. I take a seat and read the board and do what it says. “ Good morning boys and girls!!” Mr. Schwantes says as he walks in the room, “ We will be doing an experiment today. Please move all of your stuff to the back counter when you are done with your blog.” As i stand up to go put my folder and notebook on the back counter I start feeling a little light headed. What was wrong with me? My stomach aches and i'm really dizzy. After standing there for about 20 seconds i feel fine again. I place my items on the back counter and take my seat, I just couldn't get the fact that the big game was tonight and i didn't feel good out of my head. “Are you okay Kierra,” Mr. Schwantes asks, “You look a little…
Being glum was never the best way to start my day. Like always, my mother yelled for me to get in the car as my shoulders were drawn down as I slouched, and I was staring at the floor as I headed down the stairs. While I was getting in the car, I tried my hardest to hold in my emotions. I blinked a few times and pondered of happy thoughts, hoping I would find it beneficial. I arrive at school, once again in a timely fashion, but instead of doing work, today we were going to be having a more social day. This is when we would all play games, go to the fields, and socialize. These days were amazing, because it was the only time we were free and had the best time of the school year. Time flew by so quickly that it hadn’t been until one of the administrators blew their whistles, indicating for us to head back to the cars, and students picking up their things, that I realized the day was over and I had to say goodbye. I was a wreck. My eyes just flooded up with tears, my hair was frizzy, and I just wanted to stay put and never move. My friends questioned me if I was okay, and that's when I nervously and gloomily told them the news. It was extremely difficult telling them. I gulped so many times just to get some words out and they would just not make their way out of my mouth. Right after I told them, we started hugging, which lasted for a long time until another one of the…
Today is the first day of my SPM examination. I had promised to my dad to get straight A’s in all subjects and the X-Box 360 was on the line, so that I could not afford to miss my Bahasa Melayu exam or fail to sit for it. After taking my super fast shower, I ran downstairs and skipped several staircases. Luck was not with me, I accidently had kicked my fat cat which was lying on the last staircase. I fell hard on the floor and my face was just a millimeter away from my father’s favourite solid metal Liberty Statue floor lamp which he had bought last year on our previous family trip. I was nearly sent to the hospital than getting myself to school. My knees and elbows were numbed and hurt. I ignored the pain and quickly got back on my foot. My mum was smiling cynically at me as she was used to my attitude of being late to school. Poor Jinggo was running hysterically and hiding under the dining chair taking his cover for any incoming assault he may receive. He must be regretted of mistakenly choosing a wrong spot in the house to relax himself this morning. It was not his first time, perhaps he really loves the spot even it came with a high risk warning sign on it.…