Personal Narrative: My Junior Year High School

It was a normal spring night and my baseball game had just started. It was senior night and I was pitching, we had just finish the first half of the first inning. My teammate struck out, it was my turn to hit, I swung for the ball and my leg popped twice. I went down and didn't get back up, My leg was stuck to my chest and I couldn't move it. The visiting team's coach was an EMT he ran over and said ¨this is going to hurt¨ and pulled my leg straight. What had happened was when I swung the bat my leg didn't move and my kneecap dislocated and instead of my ligaments tearing, they stretched and broke my kneecap. This was a challenge for me because this was the first time I had never broken a bone in my life. I went to the doctor and he said nothing was wrong, so my

Have you ever felt the pain and misery of breaking a bone or maybe two. Well, I have I broke my wrists snowboarding in 6th grade and I had many challenges along with it. After I felt the terrible, unbearable, pain of breaking two bones. After breaking my wrists the rest of the day was terrible. I couldn't eat supper that night and I also couldn't sleep.

It was during my Sophomore year in high school that I was failing classes like math and science. My parents and I where very concerned about what to do and what help I needed to get. So they decided to test me to asses where I was academically, and to gauge the ways to get me where I wanted. The results of this test concluded that in subjects like math and science along with reading. I was still on a middle school level, and on a fifth grade level in math yes I said fifth grade.

In the eighth grade, I had a game for my travel soccer team, Pinecrest Premier. We were now playing our eighth vigorous game together. Standing tall in the center of the defense, blocking every ball sent from the other teams’ midfielders. Until, the striker on the other team pushed me to the floor with all his might. I fell in an awkward manner, on my side, and landed painfully on my shoulder. While falling, I felt like a rag doll, I had no control over my body I was just falling. Then, after what had seemed like a year in the air, I hit the hard dirt ground. When the contact was made, a noise that sounded like a car running over loads of sticks. One of the bones in my left shoulder had cracked, and it made the loudest noise. The pain worsened, it felt like a gunman had shot me.

It all started freshman year when I was playing football. It was the worst day of my sports career that I have ever experienced in my life. It was the first play in my high school football career and it was a punt. I ran down the field and made the tackle. As I was making the tackle someone hit my elbow and they broke it. I went to the hospital and they put me in a cast for four weeks. After the four weeks were over the doctor took my cast off and said everything was fine. The rest of the year it felt good. Then the next

While entering high school was a petrifying year for me, I did not want to go through the next four years in fear everyday. As a result, I joined an enrichment called Chicago Voyagers. I loved being in the outdoors because I get to embrace the nature before technology has filled our minds and that is what we revolve around constantly. Also, through this non-profit organization, I get to meet new friends and gain some personal skills like leadership, teamwork, and communication. I do not want people to see me as timid and someone who does not have a voice. Even though I may still be quiet, I see myself becoming more outgoing and loud compared to my past self. When I reflect on my time in high school, I have made most of my friends because I

INTRO. I knew at the beginning of my Sophomore year that the teacher I was to have for English would be especially challenging and that his homework would be lengthy and time-consuming. Nevertheless, I decided also to pursue theatre because in doing some introspection, I felt shy and introverted and was not satisfied that was what was best for me as I moved forward through high school and into college.----.

I kept thinking about the weekend before when my basketball team played in a very rough basketball tournament at the Dakota Dome. My team played 5 games and made it to the championship. Lennox Lady O’s took home a huge trophy. When I told the doctor about the basketball game, he kind of freaked out! He told me he couldn’t believe that my jaw didn’t break on the court and he told me I was out of sports for a while. Devastation hit me like a ton of bricks. P.E class wasn’t even a possibility.

With every year that goes by, it seems that high school gets to be more stressful for students. With big stakes and college applications ahead of many of my younger peers, there also seems to be more stress and less opportunities taken towards learning. From the countless classes that I have taken over my time in high school, the ones that I did not do so well in the beginning turned out to be the ones I have learned the most from. To give an example, let me talk about my first F I have ever received on a test in my life. In my sophomore year of high school, I decided to take the infamous Algebra II Honors taught by one of the toughest teachers at my school. The class in the beginning was a struggle because I was not understanding the concepts and I was scared to ask for

During my freshman and Sophomore year of high-school I actively listened to my older brother's suggestions and guidance when choosing my classes. They were both studying to be mechanical engineering and assumed I would also or would pick something similar. They told me to take the most rigorous math courses and and take an extra math class for my elective. While I do enjoy math, it was not my favorite subject by far. When I was choosing my classes for my junior year I also began to really ponder what I desired to major in, and it lead me to research the pre- veterinary field. I have always loved animals and learning about their biology interested me far more than knowing the inner workings of an air conditioner. Therefore, I politely declined

My personal hardship originated during my senior-year high school soccer game. The ball was crossed towards me and I jumped to head the ball into the goal. As I landed, I had never felt so vulnerable. Pop! My left knee shifted out its place. I screamed and crouched my knee towards me as the pain festered. Tears streamed down my face, realizing that my athletic career could be over.

Freshman year for me was like a baby carrying a boulder. 9th grade was definitely difficult, but it was an exciting ride. I have learned so much, especially from my teachers, some were tough to handle, but they taught me so much. In my freshman class we all were free and independent and we thought we can do anything but in reality it wasn't so easy. Days of listening to lectures from my teachers were really helpful. It was hard to handle some of my teachers, but at the end of the year each one taught me something. The things I was taught about this year was to not slack off, to care about my education, how I can balance my social life with my education, stress, time management, and so much more . This year I actually started caring about my future and my goals, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to accomplish them; getting into a good university, receive an education, follow my goals. Not only did school teach me about my education, but it taught me about my life and my future.

The most difficult decision I have had to make over the past two years is deciding whether or not to continue running Cross Country my senior year of high school. I have been running cross country ever since 7th grade. Initially I decided to run cross country because my dad encouraged me to run with him when I was younger. My feelings for cross country have changed through the years and that is what brought me to the point where I had to decide if this sport was for me.

Then just one meager incident, and I was out for three full weeks. It was just a normal game day where I did all of the stretching I needed, and when the game began, everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be. Once the fourth inning came around and I got on second base, one of the most or if not the most tragic and shocking experiences of my life occurred. The pitcher tried a pickoff move towards me, and when I was going back to the base, there was a little hole in the ground. The only thing I heard at that moment was just a loud pop. It was like time had frozen, and all that I could constantly hear was the dragging out sound of the popping and tearing noise. After I realized that I was in the game, I tried to get my coaches attention about my leg, but he continued to ignore me. This normal day turned into the most painful experience in my life. Luckily, the person that was up to bat struck out and ended the inning. As I started to jog off the field, I realized that I could barely even walk on my right leg. At first, I had no clue to what even happened or why my leg was hurting so atrociously. I didn’t step a foot back on that baseball field, and it was a long and painful journey home. The bus ride was bouncy, and this just made my leg hurt even worse. After I got home, I fell asleep hoping that it would be better the next day. The next day, it was worsening, and there was a bruise that was bigger

Let me tell you how I, Teivel Pechman got cursed with bad luck for the rest of my life. One day I was walking down the street reading the newspaper.