Review Of 'Broken Arm' By Calli Lenger

when I was about 5 I broke my arm pretty badly and didn't know what

The author used symbolism, tone, and revealing actions to show that doomsday is in almost Unstoppable killer with no mind or thoughts and this shows that doomsday is a complete opposite of Superman. Superman is constantly thinking to himself but it also shows that doomsday has no conscience of what he is doing, or at least just doesn’t care at all.

Once they had the bullet out they said i had to be in a cast because it turned out the bullet hit a bone and broke it. So they put a cast on my arm i had to be in a full arm cast so i couldn't use my right arm until it was off. By the time the cast was on max had showed up and he seen me in a cast and he asked “what happened to your arm did the bullet hit the bone” i said yeah the doctors said i would be in this cast for 4 months. He asked how i would do my school work with only one arm but i didn't know the answer to that so i just said i don't know i'll half to figure that out some other time. The doctors said i could go home that day so me and max went to our dorm and he helped me do all the stuff i needed to do until i could find a way to do it on my own. he made me a sandwich because i was hunger i haven't eaten all day. We were actually going the eat waffle house when the shooting happened. And i remembered that i still had a test tomorrow so i wanted to study for that before it was too late so i did that. I stayed up till 9:00 then i went to bed cause it's been a long day. The next day i woke up and my arm was hurting so bad but i just pushed through it and got

As early as the 1500s, Asia was making a start towards religion. Many Missionaries, like the Jesuits, introduced various parts of Asia to the Christian faith. Towards the end of 1500, Jesuits were teaching in sixteen villages throughout India. These missionaries coming to serve mostly had good effects to the country and a few bad effects too.

One early morning I was getting ready for school because me and my nana had to take my papa to the big truck. I got in the truck so we could take my papa to the big truck and I fell asleep on the door and had no seatbelt on. So then my nana had to get the pepis out of the side of the truck I was on and she opened the door and I fell out and hit my head on the concerte. I was crying bad and that meant I was going to be late for school. Then went to aunt’s house so she could check out my head and she told us to go to the hospital douglas so they could check my head and they glued it back told so it would hold and they wrapped it so I could go to school. I did not want to go to school but my mom and nana made go. I went to school

One thing I don't want to do again is to get on the monkey bars. I was only in the 2nd grade when I first broke a bone in my body. I was outside at school, it was recess time, around 2 pm or 2:30 pm. It was my friends and me racing to see who could get across the monkey bars the fastest. Then I said, "it's my turn, let me go!" I started by skipping on to the third bar and skipping every other one to get past. Midway through something got in my eye. I let one of my arms go to wipe my eye out, then that's where I wasn't thinking, I let both of my arms go.

When I was in eighth grade I sprained my right ankle over spring break.I was at my grandma’s celebrating Easter and was playing with my cousins. I ran to grab a ball that had been kicked out of the area we were playing in and as I was running, my foot got caught in a hole and I tripped and fell. I tried to get up, but as soon as I put weight on my ankle, I fell back down. My cousin,Payton, and my younger sister, Tosha, had to help me get on our fourwheeler and drive me back to my grandma’s. They helped me get into the house and onto the couch. Then my dad and my grandma had me put ice packs on my ankle and had me try to stand on

That day was not pain at all. After, I broken my arm my brother pooh man jump over the fence see if i were okay. He,” eww what wrong with your arm it's all green and it looks broken, you should go in the house.I replied, My arm is not broken i'm just tired. So, then went home to go to sleep. as, i were sleeping i felt someone sit on my arm. I woke up quickly i was really sweating also. It was my sister that sat on my arm and it hurted really bad. She said,” brother are you okay, what's wrong with your arm, it looks green and swollen; Then she felt my head and told me that i had fever.’’

       The pain began to set in from my fall, so like any normal six year old I started to cry. That 's when my brother snapped into action and picked me up off the ground, immediately fleeing the scene...right in the middle of dad 's tantrum. I remember feeling

Ryder’s class. So, then I realized that My laptop was in my room. So I opened the door slowly and want to my table and grab my MacBook. Then when I was coming back I fell down on the floor. “Boom”!! Immediately my parents came upstairs like they were going to go run a race, and like they were going to win.They saw my door opened. My sister came to my room with her phone, and says” should i call the doctor, or should I call 911, or wait should I go get your phone and call the doctor”. “Go get my phone, and call the doctor as quick as possible” dad reply after hearing my sister Brooklyn talk a

When we got there my parents were in the lobby my mom crying in my dad's lap. We hurried to the x-ray room. When we got there they put me to sleep for I would not struggle. When I woke up I had my parents in the room and a cast on my leg. My mom came up to me and said, “Your leg, it’s broken”

They had told my parent that a few of my red blood cells had a malfunction they started to break down. They had told my parents that I had something called sickle cell which is a group of disorders that cause red blood cells to become misshapen and break down. I never really understood what that meant but I just knew that I had a weak heart and that I never really played gym in school because they said I had “Limitations.” I never really knew what it meant but I just went along with it. A year later on March 11, 2008 I was back in the hospital because I needed surgery on my heart. I remember waking up after surgery and seeing my mom crying and asking my dad if I was going to die. I never really thought that was a possibility but I just pushed it to the back of my mind so I wouldn’t think about it. But turned out dieing was a possibility but I didn’t die, but the doctor told me that I could never be on a sports team and I could never play gym. I never really took it to the heart because I was only five I told myself that it was not the end of the world. That all changed a few months later and I was 6 now and it was a nice day on October 23 2008 and I was at the park with my dad and my older brother and they started to play baseball while I watched. After watching them play for a while I wanted to play so my dad pulled out a softball and a glove and I started to play on my own. I sucked at first but after a while I was really good. I remember on the same day I asked my dad if I could play on a team but she said no because of my “limitations.” Later that day I asked my mom and she took to play on a rec center team even though I wasn’t allowed and that's how it all started. And know I have played softball ever since and my

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

The relationship between the two nations has been noted by many scholars that there is a noticeable affront that has been built between the youth of the Japanese and the youth of the Chinese, which began in the 19th century when Japan began its rise to power in East Asia (Westad, 2013). The rise of Japan during the 19th century was seen as a slap in the face to the Chinese, who believed that they should be in control of East Asia that they were supposed to be the chosen nation, the leader of East Asia. These ideologies were said to be passed down from one generation to the next beginning under the leadership of Mao Zedong, and the founders of the Chinese Communist Party to the today (Westad, 2013).

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.