Personal Narrative: Life After High School

Over the summer of 2009 I was playing with my friend Carissa, at Rohner Park, while we were playing on the monkey bars after a while of jumping off and landing on our arms to many times my bone gave out and i broke it. While screaming in pain my dad tried to ask someone for a cellphone to call my mom to come pick us up and take us to the hospital. When my mom finally arrived my dad rushed me into the car so we could go to the hospital. While we were in the car i told my mom to go faster because the pain was really starting to hurt.

My freshman year of high school I broke the Scaphoid and growth plate in my right wrist while playing in a basketball game. I didn’t know that it was broken for two weeks and I played in three of four basketball games with my broken dominant hand. I found that is was probably broken the Monday before Christmas. On Christmas Eve I was told that I would be put in a cast for the entire Christmas break and on January 3rd we would find out if it was really broke. Sure enough we came back and told that I would have to be in a cast for six to eight weeks. I was pretty devastated and upset that I would be out for the rest of the season, it had barely begun. I was staying pretty optimistic about it because it would give me a chance to work on my weak hand, it was my left, and make it stronger. I still went to practice and worked as hard as I could hoping that the coach’s

I ended up blocking nobody, but I tripped on myself and I landed on my arm. While I was falling in the air, my reaction was to shock myself from the fall by using my hand and arm. The result ended up me breaking my forearm. It was the first time I had broken a bone in my body and the feeling wasn’t as painful or aching or agonizing as I thought it would be. On impact, I felt my forearm bend like rubber. My initial reaction was disbelief.

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

I still remember the date it was May 4, 2012. I was playing kickball in gym class at school when I suddenly had a sharp pain in my left leg and it swelled up. At first I wasn’t sure what had happened all I knew is that it hurt. I later found out that I had fractured my tibia right below my knee. I was upset about it when it first happened because it required a cast which meant I had to rest it for about 2 months.

I was practicing at my competitive cheerleading gym, when my life was unexpectedly turned upside down. While performing a back walkover back handspring, there was a loud “pop” as I hyperextended my right elbow, tearing both my muscle and my ulnar collateral ligament. I promptly sunk to my knees and began sobbing. The next thing I knew, I was laboriously working through physical therapy at NASA Bone & Joint Specialist instead of relaxing at the beach. This unexpected injury would manifest to be a significant

“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.

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

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.

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.

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

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 have to break my arm.” Take two: 1… 2… 3… “Wait! My mom would be so mad if I got hurt,” I thought. Thinking about it more I decided she wouldn't stay mad forever, so why not just do it? For real now, third time’s the charm: 1… 2… 3… Jump! I took a leap, but mid-flight I chickened out, yet again, and tried to land on my feet rather than my arm. The only problem was I decided a little too late so I landed right on top of my left foot. It wasn't the bone I was trying to break, but I decided it was close enough, right? Nope, I only sprained my ankle, so no cast for me only a compression wrap from Rite Aid and a hobbling gait that lasted for two weeks because it wasn't “bad enough” to need crutches or a wheelchair. Here am I though, ten years later, and I still have never broken a

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