I quit school in the sixth grade because of pneumonia. Not because I had it, but because I couldn't spell it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I nearly died of double bronchial pneumonia at the age of five.
I was a sickly child, contracting tuberculosis at the age of five.
When I was 11, I spent eight months in the hospital with rheumatic fever and almost died.
During first grade, I spent nearly every afternoon for months in the school nurse's office, sick with psychosomatic headaches, begging to go home; by third grade, stomachaches had replaced the headaches, but my daily trudge to the infirmary remained the same.
Pneumonia is a disease that often flies under the radar of not just the public but even the global health community. It kills more children under 5 years old every year than AIDS, malaria, and measles combined.
I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.
I had asthma when I was a kid, asthma so bad that it would turn into pneumonia and I almost died several times. Nobody knew why back then, but now it's obvious.
I dropped out of school in the 11th grade because there was no purpose in it for me. I'm not proud of this, and I'm not trying to promote it.
I hated school, didn't like the discipline.
I quit high school the first day of 10th grade because I felt like I was wasting time.