“You all tried your best,” Coach Stevenson said to the group of boys. I was sitting in the back not even listening to him. I was staring at the thick stack of envelopes in his hand. “Do not open the envelope until you get in your car!” Finally he passed them back. “Gobel, Giles, Hepp, Hegg, Hicks.” I snatched it out of his hand.
I could feel that it was still warm. I started to walk towards the door, witch seemed like a mile away. I could barley walk the anticipation was so bad. I rounded the corner thinking how hard I had tried in practice. Then I turned another corner thinking how bad I wanted that place on the team. I was just about to the skills for living room when my hand acted without asking my brain first.
I thrust my finger into the envelope, shedding the paper like a six year-old boy on Christmas mourning. You could hear the paper tare apart. Still walking like a mad man I wiped out the envelope, it read… “Cha-ching,” the sound effects played in my head. Congratulations! From the first word on I knew the results. I made the team.
I walked out the door and saw my mom sitting in her car. She had that look on her face. She did not want to have to tell me, “its ok maybe next year.” She didn’t have to. I smiled wider than my ears. My mom knew what the paper said before I got in the car. I pulled out the sheet and looked at the schedule.
The Term Paper on Health Care 2
By the late 1990s, caregivers started to question the benefits of clinical paths. Organizations reported problems integrating the pathway document into patient records, thus dampening caregiver enthusiasm for using the pathway. Physicians, nurse, and other clinicians found the pathways difficult to apply to all patient populations. A variety of factors may be causing clinical paths to look like ...
” Practice 5 days a week!” Maybe I wouldn’t have been so bad to be cut. “You all tried your best,” Coach Stevenson said to the group of boys. I was sitting in the back not even listening to him. I was staring at the thick stack of envelopes in his hand. “Do not open the envelope until you get in your car!” Finally he passed them back.
“Gobel, Giles, Hepp, Hegg, Hicks.” I snatched it out of his hand. I could feel that it was still warm. I started to walk towards the door, witch seemed like a mile away. I could barley walk the anticipation was so bad.
I rounded the corner thinking how hard I had tried in practice. Then I turned another corner thinking how bad I wanted that place on the team. I was just about to the skills for living room when my hand acted without asking my brain first. I thrust my finger into the envelope, shedding the paper like a six year-old boy on Christmas mourning. You could hear the paper tare apart.
Still walking like a mad man I wiped out the envelope, it read… “Cha-ching,” the sound effects played in my head. Congratulations! From the first word on I knew the results. I made the team.
I walked out the door and saw my mom sitting in her car. She had that look on her face. She did not want to have to tell me, “its ok maybe next year.” She didn’t have to. I smiled wider than my ears. My mom knew what the paper said before I got in the car. I pulled out the sheet and looked at the schedule.
” Practice 5 days a week!” Maybe I wouldn’t have been so bad to be cut.
