Early count: 22 of 33 majors ax'd bc @northeastern lacks accreditation. Students left out in the cold; have 1 week to choose a new major! Stop the lies and save the school. Fired up? Fire Beth: change.org/FireBethHillman
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A/N: This is kind of crappy not gonna lie BUT I felt like I should post it somewhere because I'm kinda really proud of it??? but anyways enjoy this unedited, first pass, of a novella that will probably never get published. :)
WORD COUNT: 439 (she's little, sorry!)
I knew what they were saying. Even though I was sitting outside in the uncomfortable hospital chair, I knew what they were saying. I knew what had happened.
The second they realized what was happening, they rushed me out of the room and into the chair. Hard, plastic chair. I could hear them, whispering. It was easy now that the incessant beeping had stopped. God, I’ll never forget that sound. Beep… beep… beep… beep. It got faster with her breathing. Beep, beep, beep, beep. Soon, the sound filled the room and my head with panic, as it got louder and louder and louder. Beep beep beep beep! Her heart was way too fast for the rest of her body, and I knew that the only reason all of this would be happening was if it was all ending. They rushed me out of the room before the beep went stagnant. No pauses at all, barely a beep. More of a flat line of sound, really. I could hear it from outside, but I pretended I couldn’t. I tried to distract myself with my surroundings. I looked around the hallway outside of her room. It was clean.
“Someone go get Dr. Wallace.”
Bright white.
“Is there nothing we can do?”
Seemed to go on for miles and miles.
“We’ve lost her.”
Rows of rooms lined the tile floor, and I saw some patients retreating back into their rooms, disinterested now that someone had died. As I was examining the halls, waiting for the doctors to let me back in, I decided that the hospital looked too clean. Too clean to be a place where people die. When people think of death, they probably imagine darkness. The black-cloak-wearing, scythe-wielding skeleton dude maybe, I don’t know. What I do know is that I have a very different view of death than I used to. When I was little and didn’t know anything, I pictured death the same way most people do: darkness, black cloak, blah, blah, blah. But after I saw it in places like these, I pictured white halls and grey tile, instead of the skeleton. To me, death didn’t look, smell, or sound like death anymore. It looked like a hospital, smelled like antiseptic, and sounded like a heart monitor flat-lining. After all, how could it not? That's all I knew of dying. All I had ever known. I think that was my sister’s mission, to change my view of what her death might look like, but even she, the absolute powerhouse that she was, could not change her destiny. And for her, destiny looked just like my mom’s.
CTTL achieves gold and silver Microsoft certifications
CTTL achieves gold and silver Microsoft certifications
Above, left to right: Microsoft SMS&P Lead Darren Mohammed, Microsoft Country Manager Trinidad and Tobago, Eastern and Southern Caribbean Frances Correia, CTTL CEO Donny Ramdathsingh, Microsoft Partner Sales Executive Suresh Dookeran, and Nicholas Whiskey.
Caribbean TECH TrendZ Ltd (CTTL) continues to demonstrate best-in-class capability and market leadership through proven technology success and…
