Saturday, July 20, 2019
I Hate Needles :: Personal Narrative
I Hate Needles à Dr. Rossââ¬â¢ comments: As part of our study of American Literature, my class and I explore the continuing theme of ââ¬Å"connection to communityâ⬠as revealed by the writers. I also offer my students bonus points for performing a community service and writing about their own ââ¬Å"connection to communityâ⬠as discovered through their act of service. This student chose to donate blood and writes a surprisingly delightful description of her experience. She humorously finds her own good connections. I hate needles. That doesnââ¬â¢t come as a shock to most people who know me. Iââ¬â¢m a wuss. I have a fairly long list of phobias, but needles rank right up there at the top. I once read somewhere that public speaking is the number one fear of most Americans. Coming in a not-so-close second place was death. So the way I interpret that statistic, that must mean that at a funeral, most people would rather be in the casket than giving the eulogy. Thatââ¬â¢s pretty shocking. So what does this have to do with my fear of needles, you may ask? Not much. I just figured that since this paper is for extra credit, I can pretty much write whatever I want and not have to worry about getting a bad grade for being creative, so I just thought Iââ¬â¢d throw that in there for giggles and make it a little more entertaining. But it actually does tie in. Can you guess what the third-ranking fear of most Americans is? Needles. (Okay, not really. I made all that up, but I hear t hat 90% of all statistics are made up anyway, so I guess it is possible that I couldââ¬â¢ve read that somewhere.) So Iââ¬â¢m terrified of needles, but they say that what doesnââ¬â¢t kill you makes you stronger, and I am certainly banking on that to be true every time I go to the Blood Center to donate blood, which is about every two months. I donââ¬â¢t like it, but itââ¬â¢s just such a good thing to do. I used to give whenever they would come around in those buses, but I stopped doing that after my first visit to the Blood Center. I discovered that you get much more individual attention when you go to the Blood Center at about seven oââ¬â¢clock on a Thursday night.
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