Blood Drive

I have never been one to pass up on the opportunity to help others when nothing much is required of you. My mother has always protested my donating of blood because she worries that too much blood is being drawn. In high school I would have to argue with her to sign the permission slip since I was underage and not allowed to make the decision on my own. After I turned 18, I would always sign up to the recurring blood drives held at the school without a second thought. It was never a problem until I was short 0.01 of the iron count required; this did not mean that I was anemic but it was a safety precaution so that I would have enough iron to spare. This was my first failed attempt, the next happened here at Baruch. I signed up for the first blood drive of the semester being held on the 6^th of October. My natural instincts told me to sign up at the sight of students promoting the Blood Drive on the 2^nd floor of Vertical Campus. I arrive at my appointment time, fill out the appropriate forms, and wait on line. The woman goes over the form I filled out, everything was fine except I was unable to answer how the tools used to perform a piercing of mine had been sterilized–as it had occurred so long ago. As a result, I am deferred from donating any blood until April, which is really disappointing.