Hysteria Homework Homecoming
I have never been so shocked in my entire life.
Until yesterday around 3:00 that is.
I was reading catcher in the rye comfortably against the window of the bus. It was noisy as usual but this time I just had to finish this book. Continuing on Shady Grove Road, we were finally near home. This book was so good and so amazing.
And then it happened.
My neck was torn away from the window as my back turned to see the truck crash against the side of my bus. My hear was pounding and my hands shaking. All I saw was shards of the truck hitting my window
I was ok. I know I was.
Until the other busdriver preparing to continue the journey home for us saw me. He immediately said that if my head hurts, I need to be checked. And I think he could tell that I was not ok. I could hear the haunting yet comforting noise of the ambulance behind us. Before I knew it they had put my in that ambulance and I was on the verge of tears. I called my mom 5 times and no answer. Dad was in NY but I decided to give him a call anyway. I got through. He said to go to Shady Grove Hospital no matter what and not to be afraid.
Inside the ambulance, the EMT tried to make me smile but saw how nervous and in shock I was. He advised me that it was not good and that I should calm myself down. I was breathing so hard that it could be heard. All I could remmeber was what had just happened. You could say I was so emotional that I was emotion-less. My neck was beginning to hurt a little...or maybe I just imagined it. My arms ached... or maybe it was just an illusion.
We got to the Hospital.. only to sit me down in a wheelchair and to take me in. I felt like an outsider meekly holding on the my only possession... my bookbag. I thought to myself over and over that I was fine and I didnt need to be there at all. But they did not agree.
They asked me questions and I gave them answers. They took all my vital health tests to see if anything was a BIG emergencey. But thank god it wasnt.
I sat there... knowing no one but the lady who was also hurt in the accident by the truck's impact on the car behind it. I needed someone. I called my dad again and he said he was sending a coworker. Coworker? Hell. I didnt even know how he looked. Any familiar face would be good. ANY. But my mom still couldnt be reached. I though the best thing to do was call a friend. At first I thought of Arly-Lian and somehow her number just wouldnt register in mind. I couldnt think right. Then. I remembered Austin's. As soon as I called he could sense something was wrong and went to go get Jason. Jason called two minutes later to make sure I was ok and to tell me he was on his way.
I sat there... every minute seemed an hour had passed. I was waiting for them. My dad's co worker had arrived. He was nice... but it just wasnt the same. He told me that FINALLY my mom had been contacted and she was on her way.
Jason and Austin arrived. I had never been so relieved in me entire life. Just them standing there... kept me from crying. I actaully felt a little better. But they could see I was shocked. Then my mom arrived about 15 minutes later. The expression on her face was something I will always remember. I began to cry.
We left the ER about 2 hrs later. My back and neck had began to hurt... but this time for real. But finally I was on my way home.
That was the longest way home.
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Today...
I was still in pain... but not many people knew about the accident. With a cold on top of the pain... you could say I wasn't at my best. On top of that Nitin comes and tells me that apparently yesterday when Austin and Jason left... they informed some people standing nearby. And what did they do? They complained about ME. Saying that they were not sympathetic because earlier that day I had said that "it sucks for them (the accidents this weekend in MoCo)becasue I am more sympathetic towards the parents." Yes I do realize that they way I may have said that was rude and horrible but that really gave them no reason to go around and spread it. I apologized to Christina today and she too relaized that what I was saying was true... but I said it in the wrong way. At times like these I'm glad I'm not part of drama.
Live strong. How ironic. Nathan gave me one of those yellow bands today. And yes. I will be living strong... but in pain haha for several days.
And thats life.
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Now if only I had a Homecoming date. And I know he will never ask me.
Until yesterday around 3:00 that is.
I was reading catcher in the rye comfortably against the window of the bus. It was noisy as usual but this time I just had to finish this book. Continuing on Shady Grove Road, we were finally near home. This book was so good and so amazing.
And then it happened.
My neck was torn away from the window as my back turned to see the truck crash against the side of my bus. My hear was pounding and my hands shaking. All I saw was shards of the truck hitting my window
I was ok. I know I was.
Until the other busdriver preparing to continue the journey home for us saw me. He immediately said that if my head hurts, I need to be checked. And I think he could tell that I was not ok. I could hear the haunting yet comforting noise of the ambulance behind us. Before I knew it they had put my in that ambulance and I was on the verge of tears. I called my mom 5 times and no answer. Dad was in NY but I decided to give him a call anyway. I got through. He said to go to Shady Grove Hospital no matter what and not to be afraid.
Inside the ambulance, the EMT tried to make me smile but saw how nervous and in shock I was. He advised me that it was not good and that I should calm myself down. I was breathing so hard that it could be heard. All I could remmeber was what had just happened. You could say I was so emotional that I was emotion-less. My neck was beginning to hurt a little...or maybe I just imagined it. My arms ached... or maybe it was just an illusion.
We got to the Hospital.. only to sit me down in a wheelchair and to take me in. I felt like an outsider meekly holding on the my only possession... my bookbag. I thought to myself over and over that I was fine and I didnt need to be there at all. But they did not agree.
They asked me questions and I gave them answers. They took all my vital health tests to see if anything was a BIG emergencey. But thank god it wasnt.
I sat there... knowing no one but the lady who was also hurt in the accident by the truck's impact on the car behind it. I needed someone. I called my dad again and he said he was sending a coworker. Coworker? Hell. I didnt even know how he looked. Any familiar face would be good. ANY. But my mom still couldnt be reached. I though the best thing to do was call a friend. At first I thought of Arly-Lian and somehow her number just wouldnt register in mind. I couldnt think right. Then. I remembered Austin's. As soon as I called he could sense something was wrong and went to go get Jason. Jason called two minutes later to make sure I was ok and to tell me he was on his way.
I sat there... every minute seemed an hour had passed. I was waiting for them. My dad's co worker had arrived. He was nice... but it just wasnt the same. He told me that FINALLY my mom had been contacted and she was on her way.
Jason and Austin arrived. I had never been so relieved in me entire life. Just them standing there... kept me from crying. I actaully felt a little better. But they could see I was shocked. Then my mom arrived about 15 minutes later. The expression on her face was something I will always remember. I began to cry.
We left the ER about 2 hrs later. My back and neck had began to hurt... but this time for real. But finally I was on my way home.
That was the longest way home.
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Today...
I was still in pain... but not many people knew about the accident. With a cold on top of the pain... you could say I wasn't at my best. On top of that Nitin comes and tells me that apparently yesterday when Austin and Jason left... they informed some people standing nearby. And what did they do? They complained about ME. Saying that they were not sympathetic because earlier that day I had said that "it sucks for them (the accidents this weekend in MoCo)becasue I am more sympathetic towards the parents." Yes I do realize that they way I may have said that was rude and horrible but that really gave them no reason to go around and spread it. I apologized to Christina today and she too relaized that what I was saying was true... but I said it in the wrong way. At times like these I'm glad I'm not part of drama.
Live strong. How ironic. Nathan gave me one of those yellow bands today. And yes. I will be living strong... but in pain haha for several days.
And thats life.
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Now if only I had a Homecoming date. And I know he will never ask me.