Personal Narrative: Life After High School

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

I had never broken a bone before. I was always jealous, though, of the kids who came to school with an arm or a leg all wrapped up in an assortment of neon colors passing around a sharpie for classmates to sign and doodle on their casts. One day, however, I had enough. I was going to break a bone. I was going to go to school the next day with the most valiant story of why I had broke it. After much deliberation of which bone to break, I decided on my left arm. Thursday afternoon, I mounted my treehouse and was prepared to jump down and land on my arm. Surely, it would break if I did that. But I paused, I thought “doesn’t breaking bones hurt, like a whole lot?” I shrugged it off though. Okay, there I was ready to jump: 1… 2… 3… I clinged to the ladder after a slight shuffle.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

After much debate, it was decided I was in fact NOT faking an arm injury and I was taken to Urgent Care. There I was X-Rayed and determined to have no fracture or break… I got a sling and a pat on the back. I returned home feeling very weak and wimpy, but my mother was not as sure that I was fine. The next day, I went to an orthopedic doctor who took one X-Ray and determined I had in fact broken my elbow. I was casted and told to come back in six weeks, little did he know I would be back a little

By the end of the week detention was getting so absolutely frustrating I felt like breaking the teachers neck every time I heard her exhale.

Looking back at my high school years I would say it was not easy. I was not the person I am today, I was careless and dull. I wasn't concerned about my standards or entity. The start of high school is the most critical year that will set your GPA for the future. Raising your GPA will not be an easy thing to do. As for me I had started out with a moderate GPA, but throughout the rest of my high school years I had to work very hard to bring it back up.

\Mostly, the world went by so, so slowly. It took everyone ages to get even a simple sentence out. They all walked like they had nowhere they could need to be, and every time they ate it was a whole big production. Then they all conked out for eight hours a night-- just had to check out and bid the world a fond farewell. Peter found it much more efficient to take quick naps throughout the day, mostly between people saying "um" and the eternity until the next word. This left him free for a bit of late night sight-seeing. Something about the dark made people believe no one else could possibly be watching.

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.” The refusal of my arm made me discern this intimately. It all started as I stepped onto the soccer field, ready to win. Approximately thirty minutes into the game, the opponent’s attacker was charging towards our goal. All I could think about was stealing the ball from him, which I managed to do, but something terrible happened. I fell and landed on my left shoulder. I was immediately rushed to the hospital, where I went in and out of consciousness due to the extreme pain. Keep in mind that this is in Ethiopia, where medical care is not exactly timely and pain control is not a priority. After what seemed like forever, the diagnostic test confirmed that my clavicle was completely shattered.

Between the grades of kindergarten to grade four, I just didn’t care. I never thought twice about giving the wrong answer, doing my best work, or presenting projects in front of the class. That soon came to an abrupt halt when I started grade five. Everyone was starting to get serious about their grades and who they were starting to become. I began to worry about what people thought of me, and tried desperately to fit in. I was constantly working at getting my grades back up and maintaining my friendships, but I developed really bad anxiety about everything. I couldn’t work on or present any projects without stressing over it to the point where I wore myself out and made myself feel sick. My anxiety has decreased small amounts at a time over

When we arrived at the hospital we rushed into the emergency room asking for someone to treat my injury. After i was treated with lots of shots and other medical uses i had to get a cast

My life began 14 years ago on September 22, 2000 at about 1:30 pm at Mesquite Medical Center. I weighed 6 pounds 3 ounces and was 19 inches long. I have a sister who is 6 years older than me and is currently attending Stephen F. Austin for her 3rd year. When I was born, I had little blue spots on my body, but the most noticeable one is on my finger, it has grown as I have gotten older. My dad also has these mysterious spots and has been to many dermatologists to try and figure out what they are but no doctor knows exactly what to call them.

It was a hot, summer day at a beach resort, which contained hundreds of little houses, each one for a visiting family. After running around in the blazing sun, my friend and I stopped by his house for a quick beverage. Ready to keep going, we decided to hop over the veranda as it was a shorter exit. The veranda was in the back of the old, brown, one floored wooden house. The distance from the top of the veranda to the ground was no more than four feet, and jumping over it seemed like an easy task. After my friend hopped the veranda, it was my turn. However, on the way down, one of my feet slipped and I fell down… hard. As I looked over to my right, my right arm was completely broken. My friend looked perplexed when he saw what happened. The bones of my forearm formed a ninety degree angle and it looked like I had two elbows. I had to repeatedly tell him to run to my house and get my mother as fast as he could. For a while, I was clueless as to why I felt no pain; later I learned it was due to adrenaline. When my mother arrived, she remained calm and called the ambulance after asking if I felt alright. I expected her to yell at me and go berserk, but to my surprise, she looked composed as ever. However, years after the incident, I learned that she cried and shook on the inside. Nonetheless, she remained strong and assured me that everything would be

When I finally got to get the cast removed my leg didn’t look the same all the muscle I once had turned to flab and it was whiter than a piece of paper. When I finally started to powerlift again it was extremely challenging because my left leg was so weak but my right leg was stronger than before. I was required to go to physical

On a Thursday night at the age of four, two hours into gymnastics practice we went to floor to practice tumbling. Having it be the last event we did that day exhaustion flooded me. Snap! Hearing Siren lights I looked up and realized where I was. laying in a hospital bed with my arm wrapped up in a sling, confusion written all over my face. First thought coming to mind may have been the fact that I couldn’t do the sport I loved for at least three months. Little did I know how hard it would be for me to bounce back into working out when finally healed. Easily, I could have given up and quit doing what I love because times were hard. Surprisingly, breaking a

“Broken bones are a common injury; an average of 6 million people in the United States will break a bone each year” (“Physical Fields”). Unfortunately, I was one of those people. It was Wednesday, August 19th, 2009, the first night of my fifth grade year. I was so nervous, but thrilled to continue attending school at Ridgeview Elementary School. Little did I know I would be out of school for two weeks and come back with a bright pink cast covering my left arm. I had just received my brand new pink bike and wanted to go on a steamy evening cruise. I already knew how to