Cancel Culture-

1. This issue is pretty big because in the days of technology, everyone gets offended by everything

2. This affects mainly figures in social medias such as Youtube, Instagram etc. I empthaize with this communities because you can’t be human and make mistakes, everyone just expects perfection

3. This issue is important to me because I believe that everyone should be able to make mistakes and not automatically become”cancelled” and everyone just hates you.

4. This should be important to my classmates because image how it would feel to log onto your social media and everyone just send so many hate comments and calling you names, how would that make you feel. That is these influencers lives and again they are human just like you.

1. A Story of Loss
2. I took her existence for granted
3. A missing piece of a whole
4. I wished I asked advice
5. A tribute to my sister
   

1. What did you learn about others from your experiences? I learned that no one will ever be able to comfort you, it has to be you and only you that can give yourself inner peace.
2. What did you discover about yourself? I discovered that I am a very strong person, I can keep rolling with the punches and of course I have some mental health issues but that has never stoped me. I have also discovered that I am self- sufficient, if I was in my own I would be fine because I have that drive to live a good life.
3. What did you learn about the world and your part in it? I learned that you have to have the need to survive and be true to yourself and do what is nesscary to help you no one else. Nobody in this world cares about what you are going through, so you need to be in that mental state to do it for yourself.

When I was eighteen years old, my life changed forever, but that is fast forwarding a little bit. To understand my life now we have to go back to the beginning. When I was a little girl, I was so lonely. I had no one to play with or talk to. My wish was to have brothers or sisters, just someone I could relate to. Then one day that happened, but not the traditional way. I didn’t get just one sibling, I got four. My dad was a young and was exploring his options in women, honestly I hated all of them. When meeting my stepmother Amber, for the first time was different, but I never expected her to already have four children of her own. Everyone ranged in age, but my sister Danielle was only six months older than me and it was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Being so close in age we had the same interests such as the movie “Twilight” and littlest pet shops and we got along very well. But having a big family comes with a lot of challenges. As me and my sister got older, we drifted apart. We just had our own interests and goals. Danielle was kind of a party girl and always acted older than she was, me on the other hand was very quiet and kept to myself. We didn’t 

match up, but we were still sisters and of course. We argued a lot. I still loved her though. 

Danielle was “5,6” with short brown hair with blonde tips. Her skin tone was like caramel, white with a hint of brown. We of course didn’t look anything a like, I am taller than her with brown hair. I am very ghostly pale, so people didn’t connect the dots that we were sisters all the time. Danielle was outgoing and didn’t care about what anyone thought. She was the most confident person I have ever known. The complete opposite of me. I always wish that I could have asked for advice but you can’t change the past. 

When my sister was thirteen, she found out that she had type one diabetes. It was a big shock for the whole family but we all wanted to help. Danielle had a hard time with this because she wanted to just be a “normal” teenager, but with always taking medication and checking blood sugar she would get into trouble a lot with my parents it was always a constant fight and her doctors were even more upset with her for not taking care of herself. That wasn’t the end of her health issues. 

In June, it was when my brother David’s birthday. Danielle was very sick for a couple pf days. It was very strange, we didn’t think anything of it because we thought she just had the flu. One day my stepmom thought she should take her to the hospital. She was sent home on a drip because they couldn’t figure out what was wrong. After a while, we noticed she looked very pale and yellowish. We took her to the hospital right away, the doctors found out her kidneys were failing and after further investigation we found out her heart was enlarged. That was the worse day of mine and family’s lives, this started  the long two year journey with hospital. 

My room- when walking into my room it is very small and tight not alot of room. My bed is the main focus, a queen with burgundy sheets and big grey fuzzy blanket as a comforter. My black vanity, it looks very antique. With rose details on all drawers and one big mirror and two smaller ones on the side to get all angles of your face. A small corner that appears as the door is closed has all of my jewerly hanging on the wall and a little trash can that is used almost daily. The biggest thing in my room that catches evryones eye, is a sign my parents made for my graduation it has a giant pciture of me and says ” congratulations tori”. My dad thought it woukd be a good idea to hang that up and is surrounded in LED lights.

The hosptial room- a small compact room with very little color. The bed is the main focus with it’s all white bedding and uncomfortable sheets and pillows that feel like paper. The little couch under the window, the funny thing is it looks comfortable but is the complete opposite.I spelt on there on time and i will never ever again. The hospital alwyas have the very distect smell of insulin. It is very nausteing, and sickley sweet smell.

Sadness

looks like: a child with a broken toy. sounds like: weeping and grief. smells like: medicine and death. tastes like: the salty tears dripping into your mouth as you cry. feels like: a dream. reminds me of: to not take your relationships for granted.

Fear

looks like: a clown looking at you. sounds like: the clicking of shoes in a empty hallway. smells like: nothing. tastes like: sweat. feels like: shaky. reminds me of: you never know what can happen in an instant.

Family

looks like: a group of individuals. sounds like: laughter. smells like: joy. tastes like: a hot meal. feels like: happiness and love. reminds me of: be as close as possible and help each other.

Loss

looks like: curled in a ball and sobbing. sounds like: the blood cruddling scream of a mother losing a child. smells like: death. tastes like: nothing. feels like: shook and numbness. reminds me of: a pain that is unimaginable.

Greif

looks like: emptyness. sounds like: nothing just inner thoughts. smells like: nothing. taste like: nothing. feels like: a knife getting stabbed into you over and over again. reminds me of : the loss of my sister.

When I was a little girl, I was so lonely. I had no one to play with or talk to. My wish was to have brothers or sisters, just someone I could relate to. Then one day that happened, but not the traditional way. I didn’t get just one sibling, I got four. Everyone ranged in age but my sister Danielle was only six months older than me and it was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Being so close in age we had the same interests and we got along very well. But having a big family comes with a lot of challenges. As me and my sister got older, we drifted apart. We just had our own interests and goals and they didn’t really match up, but we were still sisters and of course. We argued a lot, I still loved her though. 

Danielle was “5,6” with short brown hair with blonde tips. Her skin tone was like caramel, white with a hint of brown. We if course didn’t anything a like, so people didn’t connect the dots we were sisters all the time. Danielle was outgoing and didn’t care about what anyone thought. She was the most confident person I have ever known. The complete opposite of me, I always wish that I could have asked for advice but you can’t change the past. When my sister was thirteen, she found out that she had type one diabetes. It was a big shock for the whole family but we all wanted to help. Danielle had a hard time with this because she wanted to just be a “normal” teenager, but with always taking medication and checking blood sugar she would get into trouble a lot for not taking care of herself. That wasn’t the end of her health issues. 

In June, it was around my brother David’s birthday. Danielle was very sick and it was very strange, we didn’t think anything of it because we thought she just had the flu. One day my stepmom thought she should take her to the hospital. She was sent home on a drip because they couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

Logan- boyfriend

Very thin, “6,2”, blonde, blue eyes, narrow and ponity nose, dresses like a skater boy always wearing a backwards hat, jeans, graphic tee-shirts, and Vans.

Prom night- the day my sister passed away: he remained still, his eyes filling up with tears, his warm embrace while hugging me to comfort me and his eyes when he saw me walk out in my prom dress, he was in awe.

“You look so beautiful, even when you are crying.” “Tonight is all about you, I will be with you until the end of time.”

Kissed me on the forehead and told me he would never leave.

5 W’s-

Who: Danielle-sister, Mom, Dad, Preston-brother, Jake-brother, Ryan-sister, David-brother and Daria-niece

What- The story about my sister’s illness and the events that lead to her death

When- June 2017-April 2019

Where- Tucson, Arizona. Taking place at Banner Medical center

Why- This life changing event made me who I am today and my life will never be the same

5 Senses-

Smell- At the hospital, the smell of cleaning product, medicine and death

Touch- The feeling of the hospital blankets and of my sister hand against mine

Taste- The hospital food very bland and tasteless

Sight- Seeing machines and all the nurses taking blood and giving my sister medicine constantly

Hearing- The constant beeping all day everyday from the heart monitor

I remember all of the heartache and the crying and the pain

I don’t remember all the terminology or the doctors names there were so many