Personal Narrative: Locker

It was a cloudy fall day. I was outside my house playing kickball. I loved playing kick ball, it was my favorite game to play outside. I was at first base when my neighbor, Jessie Walkovich, walked up from the cul de sac to home plate ready to kick. I watched as my other neighbor, Jeffrey, pulled his arm back and let go of the ball. I could see it rolling towards Jessie. When she kicked the ball, it came rolling right to me. Quickly I got set and the ball rolled right into my hand, but it squashed my pinky finger. I got Jessie out and threw the ball back to Jeffrey. My finger started to hurt, it was like a heart pounding in my finger. I looked down and my pinky and it did not look normal.

My new responsibitly that I had to get down was getting into my locker. I moved from elementry to middle school so now I have a locker. The first day of school I could not get it down. So I was late to class. After second period I finially got it down on my own. The first few weeks were hard but finially got easy. I few months had passed now and my locker looked like a tornado had went through it. So one time in between class i got everything out of my locker and cleaned it . it then looked good and was ready for my next class but although i was late.

My shirt, racquet, face, and floor all soaked in blood. My chin was gushing. I was surrounded my instructors and all the kids in my class. Olivias mom and my mom ran out from the waiting area onto the court to check on me. My instructor picked me up and brought me to the bathroom, while I was still bleeding out everywhere. My mom grabbed a paper towel and held it to my chin. When the adults noticed my injury wasn’t clotting I was rushed to the hospital.Jen drove the car while my mom made sure that I wasn’t getting blood everywhere. My chin was numb and I was hysterically crying. My eyes were like faucets. To distract me from my injury my mom made me eat an apple.The only thing that did was make my chin hurt even worse. At first, I didn’t even notice how badly my cut hurt because I was so focused on the blood. Now my chin felt like I was cut with a knife. I was suffering so

I said that I was okay, I could have said anything but I did not want her worrying, so I said that. Still, to this day I have been enraged about that decision. Since I said I was fine, my mom only took me to the regular doctor, who poked and prodded at my wrist and sent me to the hospital. If one has ever went to the regular doctor for an injury they know you feel worse after because of the way they look at it and twist it around. By the way I kept playing, and by the time I went to the doctor, my wrist had started to become worse than the original injury that I

I was playing on the ring at with a firepole. I was going to sit on the edge. I went and tried to get up but when I It all happened I got kicked by someone on not on purpose. I ran to my friend “HELP” “I NEED HELP JAZZ”. We ran all the way to the reassess Ads they started to freak out. I thought I would die. Then they side get inside stati I ran to the nurse “ Help please”. The nurse checked out my arm and she side “you need to get a cast”. I cried my eyes out i thought i would have it on for ever. My mom Came and picked me up and took me out the the E.R. then after we get there they do x-rays and 1 hour and 30 minutes until it came back. Then they said “you popped it out of place and Then they said “ if you fell 5 feet more higher

John one of my good friends has the ball and dribbles past many of the opposing teams players. Now john was about my height he was built and strong. i run around a defender to ask for a pass and then all of a sudden i see john slipping. Its like the world was in slow motion as i ran and he began to slip we clashed and fell to the floor. My first reaction what in the world just happened? It was weird because i did not expect to get get hit by someone that i know. The first thing I felt was a slight pain in my right knee from when i fell to the floor, but then I could feel something wet on my lips. I was hoping it was just sweat, because i wouldn’t want my mom to worry. I put my hand on my lips and inspected it. Sure enough i was bleeding a lot. John gets up and apologizes and then inspects the damage done to me. I remember him making a twisted face and then proceeded to ask if i was okay. At that point i was done playing i ran to the restroom and on the way i had many people as me if i was okay. As i looked at myself on the mirror i could see this cut it was small, but it was deep i wiped some of the blood out but it kept spilling out eventually when i was done, I got a clean look at it. I poked it and i even stuck out my tongue to feel around it. It was nasty but keep in my mind i was afraid that i needed stitches. I went back home

It was a Friday, I hopped off the bus and sprinted home as fast as I could to pack my clothes in my suitcase. I regretted procrastinating the night before, because my mom would be home any minute to leave for Oklahoma. I grabbed my suitcase and flung it carelessly on my bed. I was so excited for my basketball tournament that I stood on my bed and began packing quickly. Suddenly i remembered that I left a shirt in the laundry room. I stepped down from my bed and felt something cut through my toe like butter. I looked down and saw a big piece of glass with blood dripping down the side.

We all were running on a strait I thought it would be a normal strait the teacher was almost right in front of us walking are way. But out of nowhere I was tackled into the grass, we both got up and at this point there were people surrounding not knowing what to think. One of the three teachers told the guy that tackled me to go to the principal's office and they had told me to go to the nurse. I have tried to go to move my wrist and had felt on of the worst pain I had ever felt.

We just filled up the sprayer and my uncle was driving so he started spraying again. My dad got some chemicals on his hands so he asked me to go get some baby wipes out of the semi. So I climbed down the ladder grabbed the wipes and went back to the ladder. I started to climb up the ladder when one of the rocks that the ladder was on slipped out from under the ladder and down I went. I hit the ground and the ladder smacked my leg. I got up right away, I scraped my elbow and knee on the ground and that’s all I thought happened. So I put the ladder back up and got back on the trailer. My dad saw me fall so he asked if I was okay, I said yes because I thought I only scraped my knee and elbows. That’s when I looked down. I had a hole in my leg about 1 inch wide in all directions and right around ½ an inch deep. When I looked into the cut I could see some weird white thing. The first thing I did was looked at my dad and said “That doesn’t look right.” Then because I saw it the cut really started to hurt. I sat down on some bags of salt that were on the trailer and my dad came over. He looked really worried. The first thing he did was he, grabbed water and cleaned it out. He then asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital (He’s crazy to think I would say yes, I hate hospitals) and of course I said no. So he decided I needed to get it covered so it doesn’t get infected. So he grabbed paper towels and electrical tape and put the paper towel on my cut and wrapped electrical tape around the top and bottom of the paper towel. I just sucked it up and went with it for that morning. At around 12 we had to leave for my sister's birthday party. So we got in my dad’s truck and went to Iowa Falls. We met up with my mom at a house we used to own and then she noticed my

Initially it was challenging for me to keep up with my crew when hiking over steep, rocky trails at high elevations, while carrying a 50 pound back pack. Every day we had to get up early in the morning, set up and break camp, hike for 6-10 miles, pack/unpack our back pack up, cook our food, put all of the crew’s food and medicine (“smellables”) in a bag and hang it up over a tree, follow the Philmont Wilderness Pledge and ensure that every campsite, fire pit, and dish water sump is left clean. All this was mentally and physically very exhausting. When my backpack became very heavy about 48 lbs. and I was tired after 4-5 days, I realized that I was carrying the vegetarian meals I brought from home and the meal given to us by Philmont, which

I needed to get my injury cleared, so i could get back to doing what i love, playing soccer. I have visited this doctor a couple of times, but hopefully this was the last time. After the nurse got done asking me questions she said, “Dr.Brown will be in shortly” and she then left the room. I sat in a large uncomfortable chair, in the small, bright, white walled room. The room was dead silent. So quiet, you could hear your own thoughts. But the squeaking noise the door made opening interrupted the silence. Dr.Brown walked in; Dr.Brown was a skinny white male, who was no taller than 6 feet, he had brown hair and eyes. He had a very friendly personality, and you could tell after talking to him that he wants me out on that soccer field as bad I wanted to be out there. That's why we had a very good connection, and after 2 months of not being able to play soccer, Mr. Brown told me “You are officially cleared to

My mom wanted me to stay because I did not look good and she was afraid I will be sent home early. I wanted to go because I did not want to ruin my perfect attendance. I went to school anyway and was shocked by how many people were surprised. I did not want too much drama so, I hid in the girl’s restroom until it was time to go inside the classroom. Everyone was asking me questions about what happened. I made everyone believe that I broke my wrist with the same lie. I thought that just one little lie would not hurt, so that’s what I made myself believed that actually happened. There was this new school newspaper crew at my school and whenever they saw me they will try to ask me questions. They asked for details about what happened and wanted to know who the “teenagers” were. I thought that the newspaper crew were just practicing, since it was their first big event that they were writing and publishing something. The next day everyone knew about my wrist. There was this girl who was jealous because she thought I wanted attention. I told her that I did not want my wrist to be broken and that it just happened. I asked her how she would feel and she then apologized for being such a bad friend. With all of this drama I had to tell someone the truth. I confessed the truth to my best friend because I knew she would not tell and also because she does not have friends. She was shocked, but promised that

What I was afraid off happened. I suddenly fall and I couldn't move my leg. The team gathered around me, and they carried me out of the pitch. I couldn't move, so I sat down, and I watched the game from the bench. After I had left the match, our midfield was wide open and that caused us to lose with a shocking score. I was devastated and confused. If I was stronger we would've won the match, but instead, I was weak as always, and we lost. The next day, I told my father about what happened, and he took me to the hospital. There I took an x-ray. The doctor looked at my x-ray, and he told me that the bone that?s right under my knee got out of its place because of too much pressure on it. He added on by telling me that I shouldn?t put a lot of pressure on my legs because I was fat and unfit to

Many people do not listen to ideas of a young person. They are thinking that he or she does not understand. Even, I sometimes have done this with younger kids. Many people equate youth with immaturity. Which is sometimes true but is not always true. This is somewhat similar, but not as severe. He is just another adult that thinks young people are all the same. Age is a big problem with its stereotypes and could be a "cage" with either being too old or too young.

Schools have recently started having locker searches on lockers used by students suspected of drug use or sale of drugs. On one hand students and some parents are agitated and outraged about the invasion of property, while another group supports this invasion and this group is usually composed of the school staff. The student’s side believes that it’s unjust to search their property and the state and staff of the school believes otherwise. The position I take on this controversial issue is that the school sold a locker to a student so therefore it is the student’s property for the 9 months that the student attends school. In other words the land lord can’t bust in to an apartment he rented out to a family just because.