The Life and Times of Claire French
A drug motel, Schenevus NY, and a home invasion. What do all these things have in common? The answer is Claire French.
1/22/2017 0 Comments PicturesThey say a picture is worth a thousand words. Recently, while going through the pictures on my phone, I decided to choose my favorite pictures and attempt to describe them. Prepare to explore the deep dark world of my camera roll and let's see how many words it takes to explain my pictures. 6th grade Word Count: 2 Oh, God. This is freshmen year, back when I put effort into my looks. Also, the reason I'm smiling like that is because I had braces and wanted to hide my shame. Word Count: 32
If you look closely, you'll see a brown line through one of Hannah's eyes. Word Count: 14 So this picture was taken after my brush with death in Schenevus, NY. When my tube popped in the middle of a raging river and I was stuck in the woods with my grandfather and my sister, there were a lot of branches and twigs. When I was finally safe, I was able to assess the damage that was done to my body and one of the biggest and most painful cuts was this "X" shaped scratch on my shoulder. I had Ella take a picture of it because I like to tell people it's a death mark and that Satan touched me in that river but let me live. Word Count: 110
The ability to recreate this photo runs in the family. Word Count: 10 One day, my mom was grocery shopping or something. When she got out of the car to put Ella in the shopping cart, she found her sleeping like this. Word Count: 29 Hannah and I totally nailed this recreation of Ella and her friend's weird picture. Word Count: 14
When I asked Mr. Fish to take a picture of me in Italy. Word Count: 13 ...
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11/4/2016 0 Comments My HealthI am never shy when it comes to telling embarrassing stories or details of my life that no one cares about, but one subject about myself that I tend to avoid discussing is my health. Since the age of five, when I was hospitalized for a few weeks with Pneumonia, I have never been in good health. I cannot name a period of time longer than a month that I have gone without serious migraines, colds, strep throat, fatigue, fainting, etc. I tend to miss a lot of school due to my various illnesses and sometimes it feels as though they run my life. I missed a week of school my sophomore year due to my tonsillectomy that was necessary because of my chronic strep throat and I have missed countless days of school due to my chronic migraines. Though my health has always been bad, it has recently gotten much worse. I am constantly shaking, twitching, aching, and hurting, which makes it difficult to concentrate in school and impossible to be in a good mood. Though I have a supportive family and great friends, my worsening health has started to really impact me. I am always tired, never motivated, and fed up with my sickness. I sometimes have migraines that last for days and cause me to feel dizzy, nauseated, and sensitive to all noise and light. I try my best to be happy because I am sick and tired of being the person that is always sick and tired. However, happiness does not come easily when I know my future will be filled with craniosacral therapy, acupuncture, neurologists, MRIs, blood work, and countless doctors appointments.
10/11/2016 0 Comments My Favorite Things Hot fudge on ice cream
And straight-legged cartwheels Nights without homework And tacos for all meals Amazon packages the FedEx guy brings These are a few of my favorite things Leaves changing colors And relaxing showers Saying I'm busy Then napping for hours Empty promises of running tomorrow morning These are a few of my favorite things When my drink spills When I faint in school When I'm feeling sad I simply remember that Nutella exists And then I don't feel so bad 9/12/2016 1 Comment The Great Mouse DetectiveThink of the greatest trauma you have experienced in your life and multiply it by infinity. That is nothing compared to what I experienced this Sunday. Now, if you have been through an actual trauma in your life, you may think that my dilemma seems petty or minuscule, but you could not be more wrong. This weekend, my family faced a serious test of endurance, strength, and love, yet the story did not even begin this weekend. It all began a few weeks ago when I was playing the piano. As I was channeling my inner Beethoven, I noticed something strange. There seemed to be nut shells, leaves, and strange looking raisins. In my innocence and slight stupidity, I assumed some of my young cousins had eaten over the keyboard of the piano. Little did I know, the reality of the situation was much, much worse. This weekend, when I was preparing to bless my family's ears once more, I noticed the nut shells and raisins once more. Upon further examination, I realized that the raisins were not in fact raisins. They were actually poop of a mouse. I realized that a mouse has been living in my piano for over a month. Being the mature and rational person I am, I packed a bag, bathed in hand sanitizer, left my sister to die of the Bubonic Plague, and left the house. The street is my home now. I have nowhere to go.
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