I attended a new school in Fall 2004. It feels so good to get away from the place where I had my where my most traumatic moment appeared.

At my old school, my bestfriend drove me home every day after school. She took me everywhere including to the mall and stores. My bestfriend never went back to that school in fall, either.

At my new school, although my primary doctor had sign for me to participate in sport, I was disqualified from participating in sport. I felt I was being punished for an accident that wasn't even my fault. The rule was if I have an accident in the last 12 months, then I need a doctor's letter about my condition to participate. So I went to the nurse to ask them if I could participate in sport once the twelve months had pass. She told me she would still need to see a paper about my condition.

All I wanted to do was to move on with my life. But there go the wall being built up against me. It was like punishing me for something that wasn't even my fault. They required me to take physical education but they wouldn't let me play on the sport team. I told the cross-country coach why I couldn't be on the team. I wanted to run with them so bad.

I could not leave this alone. Some battle it was to fight to make myself better (brain trauma related) and to beg the nurse to let me on the team. A few visit to nurse with my peas (please), and everytime it is: "No, you can not be on the team."

Let me put it this way: before the night was over…I have got my dance. I have got my desire.

A visit to the neurologist because he wanted to discuss my recent MRI with me. I told him to send a letter to the school. He didn't do it until weeks later when my school and my mother called him. They had to keep pressuring him to send something. I don't like my neurologist. I don't think he think my condition is serious yet he says I have a mild concussion and I can't get my head hit. Why is he calling me and my mother to his office for a 5 to 15 minutes visit? Is it for money? Why not just say on the phone that the MRI is the same as the time of accident.
He never even did any check up on me when I first saw him and told him about the physical pain I was feeling in the brain. It was like he didn't care. I wouldn't go and see him if I didn't care for myself. I wanted him to care but guess what, I am still stuck with seeing him. Lucky me, I don't have to see him for the next 2 months because I am not even close to home. Please don't tell me that if my neurologist isn't concern that my brain was bleeding and it is abnormal, then it isn't important. If I was was the neurologist's child, he would really care.