We read a poem about a Red wheelbarrow. I actually really liked how simple it was, definitely portraying its message of looking for a deeper meaning in ordinary objects, like that wheelbarrow. Or just valuing the little things. I hadn't really thought about this type of stuff before. However, after that lesson, I won't take that stuff for granted anymore. Like in the assignment, pencils are really important in my life. I mentioned this, but I like to draw, its a way to express myself, and pencils help me achieve that. While I don't go out of my way to break them or anything, I definitely haven't seen them as something important. Just a tool I carry around in case I want to draw. Tuesday was a pretty good day in my opinion.
Prompt: Write about a conversation that changed you. Dec 2
A conversation that changed me was probably talking to my doctor the day my eye was taken. It was a couple days before Christmas when I was told that my cancer had come back, and my parents had to make the decision of removing or keeping my eye. To keep it meant to have the risk of my cancer escaping the eye, and into my brain, or going into other parts of my body. This was risky, and all to keep an eye that at that point didn't work anymore. Before every treatment, my doctor would always encourage me to ask questions. That's how I knew exactly how my treatments worked and such. But this time, I remember I asked, "Are you going to take my eye out?" His response is something I'll never forget, he said "No, I'm going to take out your cancer, what's hurting you." I think for a Nine year old me, that's exactly what I needed to hear, because I walked right into the operation room after that, and chose my anesthesia flavor. I don't remember muc...
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