On March 19, I went to my elementary school to help them with their “Community Help Day”. Honestly i wasn’t going to go because  i would have preferred to sleep in, but since my mother was going, I figured “hey, why not?”. My mother complained that i didn’t want to spend time with her, so i went with her. So this “Community Help Day” wasn’t like i expected it to be. I thought people would just be in class room help children do homework, it was more than that. When my mother and I got there, they gave us three color with numbers on  it. The colors represented the activities you were going to do with the kids. The numbers was the order you were going to do the activities.  My first activity was homework, which wasn’t all that fun, since it was homework. and homework is never fun. While helping the students with their homework i realized that the instruction was so unclear, it honestly took me a good minute to understand what they were suppose to do. My next activity was builder. So basically the kids were given a word and the had 1 to 2 minutes to build that object with legos. I actually like this part because it was kind of cool to watch them figure out exactly what color the wanted to use and size of the legos they choose.

A few weeks ago, I went  to the Major and Minor Fair, it was located on the first floor of the VC building. And if i  am being honest i got lost a little because i unfortunately lack good sense of direction. But this post isn’t about me lacking direction but about the major and minor fair.  When i first walked in the room, the first thing that i saw was the color blue and a lot of tables. Each table had its designated subject, with information about that subject as a major and then as a minor. I learned a lot about the different majors and how your minor doesn’t necessarily have to relate to your major.  I want to major in Business Management with a concentration of operation management. Not really sure what i want to minor in, i am interested in journalism or communication.

Ever thought back to a moment, that changes your life completely. It completely defines who you are today, how you think, how you see things, and how you think others see you. Everything happened so fast. One moment, I was walking down stairs; next my head was quickly approaching concrete stairs. Everything went silent and dark. It felt like hours, but in reality it was only seconds. I remember opening my eyes to a dozen of other eyes, all filled with fear and concerned. But I didn’t understand the look in their eye. I felt perfectly fine. It was only when I stood, did I realized something wasn’t right. I was sweating too much, too heavy. When I tried to wipe it away, I realized it wasn’t sweat but blood- it was my blood. There was blood gushing from my head, dripping down to my cheeks. There was blood everywhere, blood on my face, my clothes, and the floor. I remember closing my eyes just for a second-I just wanted a quick nap. When I opened my eyes, I was at the hospital. My head was all patched up. I was almost as good as new. ALMOST. It wouldn’t be for another couple of months did I realize I was missing something valuable- my sense of smell. Yeah, you heard right- my sense of smell was nonexistent. Apparently when I hit my head Im knocked out more than just my blood. Realizing I couldn’t smell, was like having a door slammed in your face, hard. Doctors were no help, they couldn’t explain why or how it happened. They couldn’t found a solution. I am/have anosmia- that the term to explain the absence of the sense of smell. You never know what you have until you lose it. I never gave my ability to smell such great appreciation, until now. I can’t even remember what anything smells like. But I think worst of all is the looks- the looks people give me, when I tell them I am anosmia. They look at me like I just made that up. Some even laugh at me- like it is actually funny to be disabled. Because thats what I am- disabled. I may not be deaf or blind but being anosmia is a disability, yes its rare but it is a disability. I sometimes get so angry at people because they won’t even think about laughing at a blind, deaf or handicap person- but they don’t think twice about laughing at me.