Obituary

Obituaries

Kyra Elston

Age 18

May 27, 1994- September 24, 2012

Faithful Christian, loving daughter, sister, niece, and granddaughter.

Never woke up from her sleep; cause is still being investigated.

She was a devoted student with a passion for teaching and had already spent lots of time in an elementary school classroom. Her students, along with her co-workers, will miss her dearly.

Visitations will be held at Kaul Funeral Home on Harper, N. of 10 mile at from 4:00-7:00, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. The Funeral will be a closed service on Saturday.

R.I.P.

crisis

This past summer, i was a "teacher" in the infant room at a day care. Even though i was only 18 and had been there for just a few months, i considered myself the most capable out of the three of us in the classroom. The other two woman just did not have the compassion or the drive to be the educators they needed to be. Infants learn faster than any other aged person, why not abuse this! Anyways, one day a child, who was just shy of 9 months, and had the biggest boneheads for parents, was acting funny. At 9 months, this child should not not be spitting up still, however she was, and she still could only crawl. When one of my co-workers picked her up in the morning, she spit up a considerate amount, an amount that was unusual. My co-worker set her down, cleaned up her shirt, and carried on with whatever she had been doing. A little bit later, the same thing had happened, except this time she was coughing, a reaction you do not usually hear from an infant. The floor was then cleaned up, and again no phone calls were made, no worry had been shown. As i was holding another child in my arms, and the sick baby was in a saucer, she suddenly started choking. What was i to do? Where was my co-worker?  How do you give the heimlech to a precious little body? I'm only 18! I quickly laid the child in my arms on her back on the ground and grabbed the one choking on herself. I lifted her up, laid her face down on my forearm, and patted her back. Suddenly vomit spewed from her mouth, all over my pant leg, the ground, and the contraption she was sitting in. This amount of vomit was not even normal for an adult, let alone a 20 pound baby. I leaned her back against my chest and rubbed her back, whispering softly in her ear. She never cried, which scared me even more. Finally a phone call was made and her mom picked her up to take her to the doctors. If my reaction was any slower, who knows what could have happened to this small little girl. I was proud for how quickly and calmly i moved in such a crucial situation. I might have saved a life that day.

argumentative research project

1. Girl- streotypes. (non-feminism)
Western Michigan University student- loans, college student,
x daughter- taking care of my family
x sister- taking care of my brothers
x niece
x granddaughter
x friend- backstabbing, lying,
rommate- living together with someone
Michigan resident- employment issues, taxes
St. Clair Shores resident- taxes, government system, bad roads
USA resident- government, taxes
x TRiO employee-
x TRiO member- being in an fye class
x volunteer-
x TLC ECC employee-


2. If i was given a million dollars i would use to it put the rest of my family in college and pay off anything that would help my mom so she wouldn't have to work so hard.

2b. i guess i could only go to the government to get what i want because they ultimately decide taxes and debt and stuff.

3. parents who don't fulfil their duties. I will foster children when im older and probably adopt. i also want to be a teacher who can fill in for where the parents dont step up. i want to help children as much as i can because children grow up to be the problem adults of today.

my jeep

What have i done to deserve this? You have placed me in the care of an animal, contrarily he did give me a nice new radio, but his friends stink and his garbage is hoarded on my floor. Was i not good enough? I forgave you when you hit that mailbox. And even if my air conditioning didn't work, I still tried my best to make you look cool. Now it's been weeks since i've felt your touch and the animal keeps me out way too late at night. You always kept things interesting, cutting people off and going reverse down people's streets. I miss that. I wish i knew how to get that back. What have i done to deserve this?

my proudest moment

My proudest moment was the night of my high school's athletic award night for soccer. It was my senior year; captain of the varsity squad and determined to have a successful year. It was not what I had expected considering we won only two games, however, individually I still had a successful year. As i stood up in front of my school's freshmen, junior varsity, and varsity teams, their coaches, and various employee of Lakeview High School, my heart pounded in my chest. As my coach announced various awards that regarded the whole team, certificates were placed in my hands. One read: All Academic. My face turned red as it usually does when attention is drawn on me or I try to hide an emotion. This piece of paper showed everyone in that ballroom how hard I had worked in school, graduating with a 3.75 that I was extremely proud of. The other certificate I was awarded was division team. This meant coaches and spectators of the division we were placed on met together and picked the best eleven girls from each of the eight teams. I had the honor of being placed on this team. Again, my heart raced and my it shown on my face. Lastly, the awards chosen by our team were handed out. These consisted of Best Offensive Player, Best Defensive Player, Most Improved, and Give It Your All. As each girl was named and awarded with a plaque of her effort I crossed my fingers until the last one- Give It Your All. Out of my four years as a Huskie I worked my ass off to get to that point. I spent hours working with other players on my team getting them to a content level or performance, ordering t-shirts and contacting the team about any news my coach needed to tell. Not only was this a complementary honor but it means a hell of a lot more when your teammates who are working along side you, just as hard as you are, shine the light on your effort. My thoughts raced as my coach described what the award meant and when I heard "Kyra Elston" and the room exploded with applause, my heart and eyes and body almost did the same. I accepted the plaque with a brilliant smile and would forever remember that night and that moment where i felt the most proud

first post

I really was not looking forward to English. It use to be my favorite subject until A.P. English sucked out all my creativity and left me exhausted by the end of the day. It was hard, it was confusing, and it was a lot of work. Walking into Thoughts and Writing today I realized I might actually start to like English again. It may not be as easy as it use to be for me, but it may not be as bad as it use to be either. The projects seem interesting and not pointless, which is something I'm not really use to doing. A lot of my effort is usually overlooked and the teacher is too lazy to care. However, this class does not seem to fit that criteria.
I plan on getting an A in this class, along with all my other classes. I have high hopes for my classmates and my prof and I'm looking forward to writing my personal narrative once I can agree to a topic and genre.
I actually am looking forward to next week.

Kyra