Sajeela+Chawdry

__ <> ____ My Terrible Experience Getting Stitches On My Forehead __ “Oh my god, I am most definetly going to ge late for the hundredth time.” “Well in the Guinness Book Of World Records I think they will need my picture and will need to congratulate me, because I just beated the world record for being tardy I said talking to myself sarcastically.” On the bright side, that was a great way to start a Wednesday as usual, by that I mean ever since I was a toddler I was intensely lazy or lacking. Even if my mother would blow down the house by her screaming her lungs out I was really stubborn (actually all kids are). Now, lets see how Wednesday, November 24, 2008 my unlucky week,month, and year turned out. What an awkward coincidence it was the day before my favorite holiday Thanksgiving. As you now the phrase “everything happens for a reason.” So my day began with a whole lot of drowsiness, the reason why that happened was because of the terrible weather conditions so I couldn’t sleep which apparently was the cause for me being late to school. As I was getting dressed I looked out in blinds and their peaking were huge and enormous drops of water dripping faster then a prey about to be eaten by a lion. Frustrated and disappointed, I threw my shoe on the wall as if I was playing darts. “Sajeela! What is all the noise for?” “Mom! Its raining and its 8:12.” “Calm down! First of all when does your bus leave.” “I don’t know and neither do I care, anyway I will call you when I am at the bus stop, bye! I replied with annoyance. Usually I am excited to go to school but today felt weird. Even though I feel that way I am excited to meet Morin (my best friend). You might think that is silly, honestly its true. Nerds go to school to learn but not cool kids like me we go for popularity and friends, that was our main priority in elementary school. I went to PS#6 ever since preschool to 5th grade my last year. So in a way I am the ruler of the school. Running with great fear, I ran outside and felt water running through my rosy, soft, apple shaped cheeks. “Ahahhahaahahahaahahah, why am I so stupid,” I say to myself, regretting my short-term-memory (that’s what Mrs. Brown my 2nd grade teacher would say when I would forget to do my homework). Banging at the door as hard as two rocks getting shoved into each other, for someone to open the door, I got so angry I kicked the door and said a very mean word. Now when I think about my manners, I was awfully rude and I was most definitely not raised that way for sure. Therefore, I learned a lesson never to count on my family because we the Chaudhry’s are sleepyheads (so no wonder I am late all the time). Unfortunately, I had to run to school, although there was a positive side usually people feel embarrassed to run because people think your crazy, actually I wasn’t really ashamed because people could notice that I had reason for my madness so its kind of like an excuse. I finally reached my bus stop and my eye shed with disappointment, I didn’t know what to do, I had no option where was I suppose to go, for second there was water dripping through eyes, it wasn’t the rain this time it was my very own tears. I was stuck in the middle between the two chocolaty creamed cookies. Then unhappily I made the decision to go and walk 1 whole mile to school. “Cold breath and runny nose a girl like me is walking to school,” was a poem I made about my journey. Even though I wasn’t happy I still tried to make the best of it. The reason why I kept on going was because I knew the quote “If you wait a little while the fruit will fall in your hands. Finally I accomplished my mission and by gods grace I achieved what I wanted. From that small thing I learned a lesson just don’t let yourself down, if you try anything is possible. I was proud but it didn’t seem like my teachers were. Mrs. R, the cruelest teacher in the world called the office to schedule me detention. Stomping down the stairs I go to the guidance teacher she was going to handle the situation or that’s what Mrs. R told me. Mrs. R is incredibly mean, people say she is like that because she was probably stuck with a mean teacher in 5th grade just like we are. Most definitely I can say without a doubt that she is cold hearted, but I know that deep inside Mrs. R there is a sweet young teacher in her. As I am walking down the stairs my head suddenly starts to hurt for no reason then I realize that I had a headache, I knew that was going to happen because my head can’t handle different temperatures at the same time. I know for a fact, that I shouldn’t go to the nurse because I was too blame for not bringing an umbrella and missing the bus. I know exactly what the nurse would say, the first thing she would do is call my mom and then I would hear a whole lecture at home for not bringing an umbrella. This is why I make sure that she never chaperons on a field trip. Later, when she would come and pick me up she would make a whole scene just to humiliate me. By the next day I would get teased so much I wouldn’t go to school then when new rumors spread I go back and to keep me updated there is always Morin. So as you can see I have dealt with this for along time. Moms you got to love them even though their annoying. It really bugs me when it is not my fault! Walking directly to the guidance office where Mr. Smith was patiently waiting for me. “Aww, Sajeela I have heard many complaints about you being late for school! May I ask why this has been happening?” So I explained to him that “ The reason for me being late was because I woke up late due to a rough night and other circumstances. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it was mostly due to personal issues.” “Well since you’re a hard working student I wont charge you,,” he laughed. After a long breath of joy, he replied with a serious face due to the “Student Code of Conduct” I will only give you one day of detention which is today. I’ll call your parents and notify them.” Then he dismissed me and I went back to Mrs. R or as I like to call it torcher. I got upstairs the only thing that cheered me up was seeing Morin’s face. So anyway me and Morin never really liked each other before, we were sort of like enemies. We got to know each other more when our teacher assigned us a project for science. We lived in the same apartment building so it really helped fore us to become friends. It really wasn’t awkward for the both of us because we spent most of our time in the hallway because we weren’t that close yet to go to each others house. There we got to know each others background and personality and noticed how much we had in common. Then Morin’s brother came along which I think was basically why we started playing outside and hanging out more so you could call us the three musketeers. But now that it has been one year we decided to be more free with each other, not be shy and feel free to do whatever we pleased. So here are the characteristics of Morin sensitive, caring, friendly, smart, active, resourceful, pretty and much more. I could have never had a perfect friend like her before. Its destiny that me and Morin became friends. We have been friends for a while, most friendship occurred during major fights we would have, like ever other common relationship with friends. As I said before we fight a lot so how are we still together, the big reason that really influenced our friendship was school, that’s why I am always happy to go to school. “Sajeela why were you late to school today, you know how worried I get, ”Morin exclaimed. I am fine I guess there was just a little bad luck in the way,” acting all cool I replied. Both mouths shut as Ms. R came toward us, I knew that my head would start pound harder, If I get mad or angry I torcher myself even more its kind of a mental thing, that happens in every human. Looking back at it, I don’t understand why I would give myself a punishment when Mrs. R deserved one not me. “You two, I am tired of you two………..” Then I mumble in breath “Everyone is tired of you too, what is your point”……. “Excuse me, I wasn’t born yesterday, I know what you just said.” I was about to say something that Mrs. R would have never forgotten, but all of a sudden I took a quick glance at Morin’s innocent face and stop “I am sorry about my rudeness, I should be more polite to adults. Please don’t get Morin in trouble she didn’t do anything wrong.” “I know, you’re the only troublemaker in this class.” At that point I knew that Mrs. R for some weird reason never liked me, maybe she was raciest. During the lunch detention you have today you will be spending it with me be fixing the classroom,” she left with an evil smile. I moaned and groaned, I knew today was going to be a long day. I couldn’t imagine if things got worse, it was just unpredictable. Me and Morin had to sit on different tables far away from each other. Sprit and comfortable was the opposite on how I felt, so I didn’t really want to pay attention in class, well basically I never do it’s the story of my life. So since my head was hurting more than before. So I placed my forehead on the table, and started daydreaming, I wondered into space as all the other students do. Then a loud noise struck, “Sajeela what are you doing? What is the answer to the problem on the board? Do you want me to have a long chat with your……” I didn’t understand a thing I just felt extremely dizzy, I thought I was going to faint, but I didn’t. I knew I had to tell Mrs. R the truth, it was way to serious to ignore. I told her and for the first time she didn’t say anything mean. She sent Morin with me to the nurse, so I wouldn’t lose balance. “I asked you if you were fine, but you didn’t say anything, I cant believe you would lie to me,” Morin’s eyes dripping with tears. I was not capable of anything I didn’t have the guts. I know I was a terrible friend, but I never knew why I made that silly mistake. I guess when kids are 10 there body starts to develop more, so I think there is a process were your actions begin to change, because I am not ever that mean, I have changed. We arrived at the nurse office at 11:30, so it was almost time to go home so I knew the nurse wouldn’t sent me back home, or otherwise my mom would have came, although at that point I felt as if I needed my mom because I just lost a loyal friend and Morin has always justified her friendship, well not me I took everything for granted. Which exactly explains why I always bragged about Morin, but now am a poor, and a unhappy girl, the reason for my statement is when I was a kid I was taught the most important lesson of life was friends, because there most likely going to be with you forever. “Morin I think you should go upstairs back to Mrs. R tell her Sajeela is going to be fine, told the nurse, I will send her back in five minutes.” I was first told to relax on the nurse’s bed then eat a pill, and wash my face which would calm my body down. So when five minutes pasted, I went upstairs, while the nurse told my mom and had to face the worst experience that any popular girl has to face, which was their whole entire class laughing at me. I know elementary school seems like the easiest point in education life, in life it all depends on the circumstance. Like in preschool you might think that’s the best year of your life, well not mine I was bullied a lot because of my shyness. So I was use to the difficulties of elementary school, but I still felt embarrassed, but having Morin there helped a lot knowing that I had her by my side. So no one could judge our friendship or me, because I always had Morin to defend me. She was like my guardian angel. “You guys have no right to be make fun of her we all have bad days, we all sometimes feel sick, its humans nature. So back off!” A hero, saving innocents, and fighting off the enemies is that best way to characterize Morin. She became an inspiration to me that shy girl me emerged from that shell that ruined her life for years. “Yea, we all had bad days, but not as bad as her.” They all laughed and then the bell rang so it was lunch time so then Morin told me… “Always stick up for yourself no one has the right to talk to you that way, be brave!” Now that I don’t see Morin anymore, I really miss her and our old friendship, I know people look all over the world to friends like her, but I didn’t have to go far. Sadly, one day we were going to get separated, that day came and went. So I had lunch detention with Mrs. R, as I grabbed my lunch and went towards her class. I saw that she was patiently waiting outside the classroom for me. Sajeela, I want to speak to you, I got worried because the last time she spoke to me I had nightmares for 2 nights. So she began by saying, “ why didn’t you tell me that you had a minor fever, thank god I ran into the nurse and she told me. You know if you don’t take care of yourself you can get worse. I was surprised to hear the Mrs. R. was worried about me, all this time I thought that she had me. So in a shy voice I replied…. “I was scared you would have yelled at me for coming to school and sent me home where I would have to hear a whole lecture from my mom about the whole situation.” “You know adults get mad very quickly and at times we feel that they embarrass us for no reason to help us realize our mistakes.” At that moment I felt as if Mrs. R was like one of us, she no longer looked like a mean teacher to me. She had now become a role model for me and one of my favorite teachers. I told her, “thanks, this means a lot to me” and smiling I walked down the hall to recess. Then during recess I told Morin everything, she was amazed to hear how understanding Mrs. R was. We never thought Mrs. R would talk like that to me, I felt so special. That proved Mrs. R wasn’t not a cruel teacher, but she just has to be strict in class to help us learn better. So my day in school went on starring at Mrs. R, she was an angel. I now focused more in school because I felt comfortable in my surroundings. The day actually turned totally around, I started enjoying more in Mrs. R‘s class. After school I went home and slept for about 2 hours, till the door bell rang. As usual it was Morin, this was the time when she usually comes and rings my door bell so we can do our homework and spend time with each other, Which then led us to talking about thanksgiving, which then led us to playing. I ran to answer the door as usual, by that I mean we do this everyday. “Wait, with a heavy breath I told her.“ I went to my mom’s room to tell her and she said…. “No, not today honey,” my mom sleep talking. “Why not, please mom.” “I am sorry, but my motherly instincts are tingling, I have a bad feel about this and since your father went to the pilgrimage I don’t want to take any chances, Now, let me sleep and we are not going to talk about this again.” I went stomping back to the door and then my devil mind told me I should not listen to my mom and quietly go outside and my angel mind was telling my to do the opposite. I listened to my devil mind, now that I look back at it I regret my decision, I should hsve made the right decision. “She said yes, I will go and get my book bag and things to play with,” I didn’t want to tell Morin the truth because she would tell me “to listen to your mom, we can play later.” We started off with math, then science, after that social studies and lastly English. We were done in a hour and then my mom woke up and she probably saw that the door was open, so that made it obvious that I went outside even though she told me not too. Then she came to the door and said something to me in my language (Urdu). Morin couldn’t understand because she was Egyptian and she did not speak Urdu. “How many times do I have to tell you that Morin isn’t a good person you should be around her.”( My mom never really liked Morin, because I have changed so much while being around her, and I know its true, but she makes me want be like her, but sometimes it affects me differently, because I would do anything to be around her). “Come inside now, and lets see if I let you play outside again!” I just stared at her giving her a mean look. Usually whenever I do that, she lets me do whatever I want. She started to back inside but before she closed the door she replied “come inside soon, don‘t stay out too long.” Morin asked “ what was your mom saying?” “ Oh, nothing she was just asking what were we doing?” We played so many things like tag, catch, monkey in the middle, racing, and much more. After playing all those games we felt like three monkeys on a loop. Those three monkeys were me, Morin, and Mena(Morin’s brother). Mena is very annoying, but we have good time trying to bother Morin when she goes inside. Morin’s throat got dry so she went inside her warm house to get a glass of water leaving me and Mena in the hallway. Then I don’t know why, I remembered that we didn’t play our favorite game, which was hide and seek. So then I gave Mena a signal that he understood, we both got up got in our positions as if we were in the Olympics and then I counted 1,2,3.… we started running, Mena took the first stair case, and I was ready to take the next one, I am running nearly as fast as anyone in the jungle, because I heard the silent but steady footsteps of Morin about to pass the door and quickly come out to find out our intensions. So then a sudden breeze of wind comes on me and I scream, because I realize I twisted my ankle and hit the wall harder then basketball. I couldn’t remember anything for the first 5 seconds and was all confused and felt as I was in a different world. I just couldn’t believe what just happened, and suddenly my heart started to race. I just couldn’t understand what just took place and then slowly everything started to come back. Then Mena heard the loud thump and came running towards me, while I was in a state of shock for a moment I felt red drops fall down on too my pale hands. First, I hesitated and then I touched my forehead and my whole hand was filled with blood and tears started dripping from my eyes. Things couldn’t get any worse then they already were. All I could think about was how my mom and my sister would react. The worst part of all was that my dad was not here. So if this was anything serious, then what are we going to do? I thought as if I was going to die seeing all that blood rush down my face. I don’t know what to do, should I go to my mom and tell her what happened or stay outside until the blood stops rushing out. I came back to my senses and came to see that Mena was asking questions like…… “What happened? Are you okay? What is that red stuff coming from your head?…… He was only 5 so that’s what I was expecting him to ask? Morin came outside and saw that I was on the floor with blood everywhere and Mena standing next to me. She inferred right because she knew that I probably fell. Then we walked towards each other thinking of what to say, because we were clueless on what to say to each other. So she started saying to her brother ,” Mena get a pack of ice,” we were calm while Mena left but then huge drops were covering the hallway, it looked like the hallway was painted red. Morin panicked and fearfully replied to my pale face by saying this is to serious we need to tell your mom, as Mena handed me the pack of ice. I don’t want anything bad to happen so before its to late lets get your mom.” “NO! Please don’t. “ Then suddenly she saw pink stuff peak out through all my blood, and she said “OMG! Your head tissue is sticking out,” as she ran towards the door of my house. Mena was thinking we are pulling a prank on him. She rang the door bell at least 50 times till my mom answered. I was crying and afraid of her reaction, then she saw me and her mouth dropped. She told me to come over to her now and I did, and she took the whole ice tray and put it on my head, and started saying different things that I don’t remember. Then my mother called my sister and told her grab some towels to cover the wound. Then she grabbed her cell to call 911 because our house phone does not allow 911 calls. My mom called but was speechless as what to say to the dispatcher. So my sister grabbed the phone from her and explained the whole situation. She herself was not sure as to what had happened, but she explained as much as she could to the lady. So they rushed an ambulance to our house and as soon as the EMT’s got there they attended to me right away. They told my mom that it was good that you placed ice on her head, to help stop the blood from rushing out. Then they asked as to how the accident happened, because the way it was looking they thought maybe someone hit me. So then my mom and Moren told exactly what happened and even showed them where I fell. Once they saw that there was still blood marks there they realized that it was an accident and then asked me if I wanted to go on the stretcher or if I could walk. I still remember my mom was speechless at that point as if she just went blank and my sister couldn’t stop crying. She was worried as to what was happening to her baby sister. Then the EMT lady tried to console her by saying……. “ Your sister will be fine, she will need some stitches but she will be as good as new.”………… Then my sister mumbled something like….. “ I can’t believe this happened to her, please take good care of my sister.”…….. then me and my mom both walked to the ambulance with one of the EMT holding my hand just to make sure if I would be okay. While we were leaving Morin’s mom asked Morin’s sister to go with us. So as we got downstairs there was at least 3 police cars waiting, I got scared and started to shake a little inside. Then the EMT explained to them the whole situation and they got in their cars and pulled away. Then the EMT walked me into the ambulance, while my mom sat in the front with the driver. As the EMT was asking me a few questions, in the back. All I could think of is why hasn’t my mom burst out screaming saying how stupid how I was, but I was shocked to see their was no expression on my moms face. Her face had turned a pale white color, I even remember the EMT asking my mother…….. “Are you okay? Don’t worry your daughter will be fine this is not as serious as you may think.” ……….but only a mother can understand what is going on inside of her. My mother never let even a scrap harm me and my sister, so for her this was really bad. Fearing my mother I stayed shut the whole time. Even though inside I was scared I didn’t let it show because I didn’t want to make my mother worry even more. So as we got to the emergency room, they placed me on a bed and then a doctor came over to look at me. When she saw that I needed stitches they paged for a specialist to come to the ER. Then a nurse came over and started checking my temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure. After that my mom remembered, that the doctor that was in the ER was the same doctor that was there during my birth and gave me my first physical check up. I started to get worried but didn’t let it show on my face because I didn’t want to worry my mother. Then a nurse came and asked me personal questions to make an ID band. I started to get scared thinking that maybe they would put an IV on me also so I covered my arms. Then after a few minutes a specialist came down and examined me. Then he told my mother that……… “ We will have to place a couple of stitches because her skin from inside has also burst open, so we will stitch that first and then we will stitch the outside, but your daughter will be fine…….. As the doctor and nurse were placing the stitches on me for some reason I could not feel any pain. Then my mom later told me that they had actually numbed the area. As they were placing the stitches I could see my moms face, it was hurting her more then it was hurting me. She was so sad and wanted to comfort me, so she started to massage my feet. The specialist tried to distract my mother and told her…. “ My son was playing basketball and he hurt himself and then needed 20 stitches, but your daughter is only getting 7 inside her head and 12 outside. Your daughter is lucky she is only going to have them for 15 days. My son had them for a month.” So that’s how my whole experience getting stitches took place, once I was done they told me to smile because I was so really upset and sad. Now that I look back at it I should be thankful that it was anything live threatening. As we were walking out of the ER I remembered that the nurses were saying to my mom “That are they letting her go?” “Yes, my mother replied speaking for me.” Then me, my mom, and Morin’s sister waited for Morin’s dad. Morin’s sister said “do you still want to play outside?” “No” When we got in the car and the only thing I could think about was what my sister was going to say. We went upstairs to the 6th floor I thought I would see blood there but Morin’s mom cleaned it all up. Then Morin’s sister rang the bell and her whole family came outside and asked questions, while me and Morin made faces to each other. Then we all went in our houses. Me, my mom, and sister finally ate dinner at 2:00 am and I fell at 8:00 pm, so it took a lot of time. Now that I look back at this whole situation my mom was right, the positive side was that we all learned a lesson but the hard way. Always listen to your mom cause she is always right!