Operating room management

As I waited anxiously for my friends to come I was staring out the window.After about five minutes kendra and caira came I thought to myself (finally I feel like i have been waiting forever and a half).We went into my room and i hit caira with a stuffed mallot that i made with my sewing machine, sewing is my hobby . Then kendra got her pillow and hit her too. Then caira got a stuffed stick that I call a breadstick because it's shaped like one that i also made. She hit kendra and me.Then kaylee…

the stench of rotten garbage and death. It smelled horrid. It was unbearable. The room I was in was pitch black, But it seemed that the walls were painted plain white, with no windows and no light. There was a wooden floor stained and old it looked as if tomato juice was spilled on the floor...or that’s what I hoped it was. The room I was in seemed small but had an empty feel in it. I see a bed and a bookcase in the room. But I can’t see a light switch of any kind. I finally got the nerve to…

his friends. It felt like i had butterflies in my stomach, as he keep looking at me i felt the need to look him and say what. A chubby, curly hair mean looking boy with the same age as me, looked at me and then calls me names. He screams across the room saying “ shut up ugly ass black girl. that's why your family doesn't love you, because you got burnt...” Hearing those and seeing how my classmates were all laughing was the worst nightmare a 12 year old…

Dust occupied the vacant room, boxes were on top of boxes, people moved in and out of the house. I sat in the corner of my room trying to ignore the people taking away my belongings, trying to hide from the monster. “Posso preindere questa scatola?” a mover with an ovalish face and flowy hair came up to me and asked. I looked up from the ground and my emerald eyes widened with confusion. “Non parlo italiano,” I responded. “Can I take this box?” the man said in a rich Italian…

The photo “Five Cents Lodging,” Bayard Street, shows the image of a small area akin to a confined space with beds stacked in decks (Riis 1889). The bed has people sleeping on it, which doubles up as an indication of being a lodge. The fact that people are sharing beds leads to the interpretation that it is a place offering cheap or low-cost accommodation. Approximately three boards can be seen clearly with each having two occupants. The people use the bedding to cover themselves and as such,…

Good evening all, I hope you all had a great afternoon/night at your dorms. As for us here in the house, we had a pretty good one. It all start it with the boys arriving to the house and finding out there was no power, while I was talking to Mrs. Rozier and Mrs. Topal about Kazuma. A little bit after arriving to the house, Brad took off to Soccer practice, while the rest of the boys were in the house. Once I was finished talking to Mrs. Rozier and Mrs. Topal, the boys asked me if they could go…

Kory and I met our freshman year of high school. I sat behind him in Ms. Baldwin’s geography class. One day, he had gotten his Discman back from a friend he had loaned it too with the wrong CD in it (how dated is that sentence?!). It turns out, his friend had accidentally kept Kory’s CD and left their Tool CD in the Discman when they returned it. At this point in time, Kory was definitely not a fan. So, after I had sat down behind him and class had begun, Kory decided he was going to doodle in…

out of the car and walk to the front door. Music hits my ears as we step through the threshold. "Is someone here?" I ask, taking a look at my surroundings. The living room is connected to the dining room giving the home an open concept. The walls are all painted a soft yellow, and the light brown color on the couches make the room pop. "No," he says, looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Oh, the music? I forgot to turn it off when I went to get you." My mouth forms an O, and I nod…

Entering a hospital gives off the ambiance of unnatural. The walls are this eggshell yellow, and the tiles are cracked from time, despite the constant repairing. Everything is so silent, saved for the heavy footsteps of nurses walking quickly up and down the halls. It smells like dust, and sometimes I wonder if a hospital is a place where time just doesn’t move. It’s like you’re launched back into the past, and suddenly you’re stuck in a world that isn’t like your own. I mean, that’s what it's…

Pre-K class room at a local Kinder Care Learning Center around 4:30pm in the afternoon. During this time the teachers are preparing the children to leave for the day. The class room was set up to show that the kids were preparing for regular school and not just spending their entire day napping and singing songs. The room had about 6 windows that allowed a lot of natural light, there were 2 square tables with at least 6 little chairs at each table, and a small round blue table. The room was…