Memoir

“I will not regret a thing.” was what my six word memoir was about. To me it means that whatever happens you should never regret your actions and what you’ve done in life. I chose a girl looking at the sunset for my picture to show that she has no stress and has no worries because she is not looking at the past. She looks so peaceful while she is trying to look forward and take life one step at a time. When you regret things you are just stuck in the past so when you don’t have any regrets you would be a more relieved person.

I played for a team called the Centreville Tigers and we were on the second game of the playoffs. During the 3rd quarter of this game I went to sack the quarterback and when I tackled him I fell right on my right shoulder and broke my collar bone. At first I didn’t know that it was broke until I tried to get up and then I realized that I wasn’t able to get up so I laid there until my coaches came over to pick me up. While picking me they asked me what was hurting and I told them it

It happened on a sunny, summer day in Cincinnati. The score was Tippecanoe City 1 and West Virginia 0 in the Go-rilla semi-final game. It was in the second half of the soccer game with less than five minutes left to play. An opposing player had a breakaway down the sideline. He had an open shot on goal and as a defensive fullback, my job was to run in front of him to try and block his shot. The next thing I heard was a big loud “SNAP!” I looked down at my arm to realize that it was broken. After that, I instantly went to the ground and started to scream for help. The first person to arrive was my coach. My arm didn’t look right at all. They immediately called a golf cart to come over and take me to our car. They asked to call a

Spring of my junior year in high school, I joined track with wishful thinking. I’m going to do track, run sprints, and get into great shape for summer. However, with my luck it didn’t work out how I wanted. A week into the track season, I went to our school’s field to play a pick-up game of soccer. In the process of going to the field, I had to climb over a fence. Simple? I really should of thought this through, but didn’t. As I jumped over and landed, a loud pop sound came from my knee loud enough for my friends to hear. I sat there crying in front of my friends for a minute or two, but got up trying to walk it off. As you can see no is not an option for me, as I tried play a soccer game with a swollen knee cap. I was confused what happened, I didn’t know exactly happened. But sharp pains were shooting through my leg as I limped around the field. Little did I know a swollen and bruised knee meant torn ligaments.

Peair is her name. We have known each other since 2010. The first question that I asked her is “Have you been here before?” the reason I asked this question was because I just wanted to know whether she was familiar with the University or not. She answered me “This is my first time here”. I don’t know why I feel like a little girl, but I just wanted to know her very well at that moment. Peair introduced herself to me. She said that she was born and raised in Bangkok, Thailand, but she moved to other city when she was 2 years old. Additionally, She moved back to Bangkok when she turned 5 years old, so she has studied in Bangkok since then. She is older than me by almost 2 years, but she becomes my junior. Peair has traveled to many countries

The pain in my ear was unbearable. I started to freak out because I had no idea what had happened. One moment I was running around the trailer and the next I was on the ground with a weird ringing sound in my ear. I was rushed to the emergency room that night. They told me that a bolt had broken off of the tire my dad was fixing and that it had hit me in the ear. They said if it would've been anymore to the right I would have lost my hearing in my right ear. When I was getting stitches they had six doctors holding me down because the medicine they used to numb the pain didn't work. I felt like an animal trapped in a small cage with no room to move. This experience started with a simple calling of my name to help my dad in the garage.

Although I had feigned confidence to my friends and a carefree attitude to my parents, I was undoubtedly nervous. I leaned over to pull up my cream-colored knee high socks, then took one last look in the mirror. A killer outfit- one that was supposed to be comforting. Flushed cheeks. Sweaty palms. Shaky hands. Looking away, I turned on my heel and slinked over to where all the other girls audition were.

But as financial and realistic purposes came into place there was no better place for me to be other then Arizona State. I am not the first one to attend ASU, my mother, aunt, cousin, and also my brother all attended this university and all graduated on time with degrees in their hands. I feel so sorry for the kids who go to this university and are paying thousands, but as for me I have a full ride. This college is one hundred percent free and I always knew this would benefit me in the end of my four years knowing that I would leave gradation with no debt what so ever. Knowing that I will be able to focus on what’s important and that is getting far into life and my obligations will one day be a

He sat beside Alistair on the concrete close to the door. The two had managed to stay together since leaving the bus. With thirteen men sharing an eight-bunk cell, both were resigned to a sleepless night on the cold floor.

I was able to hear my mom freaking out, my coach yelling at the ref for the illegal tackle, and my teammates coming over to help with looks for terror on their faces; but, I was too absorbed in this to fully understand what had happened. As a result, amid the confusion, I remember standing back up and walking normally back to the sideline as if nothing had happened. I wore a smile as my nerves caught on fire and I started to over analyze every sensation surrounding my leg internally. I remember feeling the grass burn on my opposite shin and thinking that it couldn’t be too severe if that hurt more. I remember thinking that I couldn’t possibly have this severe of an injury. Not after consistently training for soccer and basketball. Not after finally getting recognition for both by colleges. Anytime I revisit the memory, I tend to review multiple different times throughout the course of the injury and recovery process. I first come to the exact moment the injury

At the end of the first half someone had dove into the side of knee. I had fallen over and felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. I am laying there and say to myself, “I will not stay down and give up on myself.” Halftime comes along and Coach Doc pulls me to the side and said, “you are done for the night.” I told him to his face, “I will not be taken out as this is my last year to shine. Nothing will stand in my way.” So I finish the game and come to find out I had sprained my knee bad. Once again I will not have nothing come in front of me this year. Our biggest game of perhaps the whole year was against the Wilson Bulldogs. This was a game I was going to war for my brothers that I love deeply. Second play of this game I get blindsided and my knee buckles. I felt that pain but said no to it and got right back up and played the rest of the game. I had played a great game and we had handed them their worst loss in many years. The moral of my story is to never give up on yourself and the others around you just because things are not going your way. If you give it some time they will eventually fall into your hand and then it is up to you if you want to take them or

It was during a high school wrestling tournament when I noticed the frantic wave and terrified look on the official’s face. As an athletic trainer, we run out to injured athletes almost every day. Sometimes we are fortunate to witness the mechanism of injury and have an idea of what we are running to, but that day I was blinded. When I approached the athlete it was like nothing I have ever seen before. My heart stopped as I looked at the athlete lying face down on the wrestling mat with his right knee bent and his foot lying flat on the ground beside him. His knee had dislocated. Until that point, I had only seen this deformity and type of injury in pictures. My adrenaline immediately spiked. I had the athletic director on the phone with the

The process of completing my memoir has been difficult, but fulfilling at the same time. It was difficult to figure out what topics I wanted to write about. I really wanted to dig deep into myself and write about topics that would change me. The prompts given to me about writing about your pet or funniest moment weren’t very appealing to me. I wanted to write about something that was difficult to write about, but would help me at the same time. Some of the topics I choose were a challenge because I was explaining meaningful things that I’ve never put in words before. My hardest topics included my first relationship, a significant person in my life, and my scariest moment. On the other hand, I enjoyed writing about how I got my name, appreciating

Tears’ streaming down my sweat drenched face like Niagara Falls, numbed by the pain of a million knives stabbing into the upper back part of my leg, I had discovered I pulled my hamstring. “Lower limbs [being] accounted for 50% of all sports injuries”(Dhillion) it didn’t come as a surprise to the trainer. Unable to move, I was shocked by the pain and situation I had just been put in. My entire wrestling career flashed before my eyes as I took a big gulp and climbed on my teammates back to head to the trainers office. This all happened three days before my district wrestling tournament. I was seeded second, expected to win against my opponent, until the odds weren’t in my favor anymore. I could hear my coaches’ voice moments before I got

Broken. My world is crashing before my eyes. How will any of this ever be okay again? Oh, that’s right. It won’t.