Personal Narrative: The Day I Left Knee
Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there.
My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.
Ready! Set! Go! As the elder referee fires the flare gun, the runners take off. Among the runners are several serious athletes, including Josiah, who are competing for the "Number One in the Nation" award.
Before we knew it we were only one behind. I started to get nauseated and I was freaking out. I had clammy hands and my friends were starting to worry about me. It was now our turn and there wasn't any stopping now. I got on
Just a short trail run after was very challenging high wall obstacle that is designed to require team work to get up and over. The course then made its way to a puzzle challenge that brought back good childhood memories. After the puzzle, the course went a short way and then headed down the one hill in the park and up next was a nice and easy maze challenge that required maneuvering a golf ball through a quick maze. A short distance after the maze was the last obstacle on the course, which was a wall with a board at the bottom to traverse across. After the wall was a brief sprint to the finish line and completion of the
Narrative about When I Broke My Wrist It was a bright and sunny day in late fall. All I was thinking about on the drive to the baseball complex was how bad I wanted to beat the team, since it was our last game of the Fall Ball season. Not only it was our last game, but we were playing one of the big dawgs, one of the rivalry games, as my dad would say. So I had to have a good game.
After about seven minutes, I wiped out, which again, felt like jumping off a bus. I decided that it was awesome and I would definitely try again. After we did this a couple more times they took us back to our camp site. One of our leaders said we could go out and do slalom skiing while he and one other kid packed up the camp site.
Everyone rushed over to me. I saw everyone huddled around me with worried looks on their faces. Everyone was asking if I was OK, but I didn’t answer because I was in so much pain. My coach had me walk to the dugout and poor water on my knee while he got me an icepack. I put the icepack on my knee but it felt like my knee was on fire!
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
The course had another about half of mile sprint (mostly in the woods) and exited and then came to one of the newer Savage Race obstacles, “On The Fence”, which was a chain-link fence suspended over water and racers have to traverse across without falling in. I really liked this new obstacle because it’s a good challenge and also reminded me of my childhood running away from cops when my friends and I would get in trouble
I pushed myself up onto a wire not even as thick as my finger and balanced on it, grabbing a rope that hung from above. On this part of the course, I had to work my way across the wire only using the six ropes dangling above me. This part was mentally challenging for me because I was looking down at the ground the whole time, which scared me, and I wasn 't very dependent on my harness, so I took each step as if I made one wrong step, I would
Genetic engineering is the alteration of genetic material in living things with the aim of producing new substances or creating new functions (Lerner). In Brave New World, Aldous Huxley explores possible outcomes of extreme genetic engineering. He predicts a world, The World State, where everything about a person is determined in a flask. However, Huxley only allows for a very limited view of the opportunities that accompany genetic engineering; Huxley fails to realize how much mankind can be elevated by the simple manipulation of genes. Genetic engineering would allow for an elevation of the human race, through predetermining an individual’s characteristics.
We went up the hill for a couple of more runs, and just like you already know we got on the chairlift and put on our bindings once we got off. We went all the way to the right side of the hill and carved down the soft snow. While I was going down, my board hit a small ice ball and my board caught an edge and I landed hard on my butt.
My fall walk started on a bright, and sunny day. The birds were chirping and flying through the sky. The wind was blowing the red, yellow and orange leaves off the branches of the trees. Walking through the grass, I heard the sound of dry leaves crunching under my feet. My neighbors had different fall decorations in their yard.
Under the knife I remember my very first surgery. It wasn’t major but to me, an 8-year-old child, the thought of having needles and knives and people all around me scared me awfully. When my mom first told me I’d have to have teeth removed I thought I was going to die.
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