A Dumb Move Research Paper

The first thing I can remember is when I was laying in my mother bed.

When I was skating at St. Cloud state. The date it happened was 2015, in fifth grade. I was skating for a school field trip. I was with a few of my friends while it happened.

In around the second grade I had just moved schools. Around mid-year we had our school talent show. I really wanted to be in it, but I was still young and I was a little scared. I remember

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The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my

It was a hot summer day, sometime around noon in my driveway. My brother Will was fourteen years old, he had his friend Jared over at our house who was thirteen years old, he was also our next door neighbor and the camera man. Then there was me

When I was 10 I was at one of my dance competitions. I was at my last competition of the year. I was doing my jazz dancer called Circus. In the dance me and my friend were getting ready to do our aerials. I was so nervous about landing it. But I went for it but something happened.

I think I was about 11 years of age. It was a warm September evening. Our family was getting ready for another cookout. For those of you who don’t know, cookouts are when my family invites other family and/or friends over to cook hot dogs and toast marshmallows over a fire pit in our backyard. Usually after that my dad and I will usually play backyard baseball.

Screwed. That is the one word he would use, screwed. Sure things could be worse. He could be lying in a ditch dead or maybe in a shipping crate bound for Africa. Even still this was not much better. He loathed his job and everything to do with it. So a required work “party” was not how he wanted to spend his night. He considered “getting sick” but decided against it. Besides how bad it could be? He wouldn’t have to stay long and there would be free food. He decided he could bare it. Little did he know that his decision had just won him a sentence of twenty-five to life.

People who have FOP have flare-ups that occur randomly and without a warning. Also, there is a very unlikely chance to have FOP, 1 in 2 million people have this disorder. A person who has this disorder will be noticeable in the person’s early childhood.

It was the year of 2008 (I was Seven and Jadyn was five) . It was a beautiful day and we decided to play outside with our my sister Jadyn,family friend Sabrina,my sister Ireland,and me.We were playing outside and I was teaching my sister how to go down to slide a different way the first way was on your back ( she was only little ) ,the second time was side ways but as she was about to go down side ways she had her seizure. Which made her fall off the slide head first on the ground. I didn't understand what was going on but I ran as fast as I could and was pulling her into the house crying and my mom came running to me and took jadyn out of my hands and told me to go outside. As I was crying I heard the ambulance coming.

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

Derogatory terms such as retard are damaging to the egos of mentally handicapped individuals. In the environment in which I live, I hear the word on a daily basis but in a different context. The use of the retard is usually referring to something that is thought to be “stupid”, not to take advantage of a mentally handicapped person. Although this still may happen, the use of the word in a derogatory context is not usual. Nevertheless, the term retard is still hurtful and we should still refrain from using the word at all times, including publications. In past times, the word was ok to use because that was the best way of describing people with disabilities. Now we have a better word and that is developmentally disabled.

I was eight or seven, I lived in Gallup New Mexico at the time. One day in the summer my mother, cousin and I decided to visit our uncle Paul. He was an older man but very athletic he had his own home gym in his basement. When we got to his house he and my mother sat and had a grown-up conversation, me and my cousin Jerry decided to go explore the basement. In our uncle’s basement, he had four rooms. One had a huge pool table, another one was filled with weights and matts for yoga, the third one we never went into because the door was always locked. And the fourth, this fourth room would become my worst nightmare, it was filled with elliptical and treadmill equipment. After a while jerry and I got bored with playing our version of pool

It all started when we went outside for recess. My friend Christine and I were playing with a kickball by the swings. Being only five, we weren 't that great at it, and Christine kicked it over by the swings. I was the