The screams, the cries. I have never experienced such a thing. I had lost to not only a pole, but to a girl I had beat three times during the season. It was awful, but left for a good story. I know we were suppose to write a story from years ago, but this story is just too good. I hope you enjoy this hilarious and dreadful story. September 20, 2016. Tennis MPC’s, a day I had been looking forward to all season long. I had beat everyone in our conference during the season, so I was confident that I would take the No. 1 Singles MPC title. I woke up extra early to go out to breakfast with the team. 6:45 am, Buck’s Restaurant Ishpeming, MI I sat down at a chain of tables put together. Looked at the menu and decided to order 2 eggs …show more content…
“Ahhhhh,” I screamed. I was in shock. How could this happen to me? I had lost. Not to an opponent, but to a pole. That dumb fence jumped out at me and knocked me out. I had blacked out for a few seconds and awoke to my Mom in front of me. Her reaction scared me, she seemed more in shock than me. Her gasp was unreal. I was scared to look in a mirror, so I didn’t for quite a while. My Mom later told me the bump on my eye was sticking out about 3 inches, I think she was exaggerating though. I stumbled over to the benches a court or two away. I sat down and started to giggle uncontrollably. Everyone was looking at me as if I was a lunatic. I was laughing because Lexi is an accident prone person, and I happened to be with Lexi when it all happened. Everyone was asking me why I was laughing and I couldn’t get the words out. My mom and dad took me to the car and got some ice packs and ibuprofen in hopes the swelling would go down. They seemed very worried and kept doing that whispering thing parents do when they don't want you to hear them. I lied in the back seat. The feeling of nausea started to fill me. I thought I was going to puke, luckily I didn’t. I was trying my hardest to not show any signs that I had a concussion, because I needed to play my matches. My matches meant a lot, not only for me but also for my team. We were the favorites to win MPC’s and I wasn’t going to let my incident ruin a team …show more content…
I remembered hitting the pole but everything after that was blurry. I started to feel less dizzy, I sat up and drank some water. I still wasn’t feeling good, but my mom thought we should go for a walk. We walked through Westwoods parking lot and my mom quizzed me on all sorts of things such as; my birthday, who I had to play next, who was there watching me, things like that. I had no trouble answering the questions and I had no doubt I would be able to play. Ishpeming’s coach came up to me and asked me how I was doing. I wasn’t going to show him any weakness, so I told him I was fine and would be ready to play very soon. He told me that their No. 1 Singles player was alright with me taking a little longer to make sure I was back to normal. I had beaten Ishpeming very easily in season, but I knew this wouldn’t be the case
O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance.
Through sports or through everyday life, concussions tend to happen. An estimated 300 000 sport-related traumatic brain injuries, predominantly concussions, occur annually in the United States. Sports are second only to motor vehicle crashes as the leading cause of traumatic brain injury among people aged 15 to 24 years. (U.S National Library of Medicine). Coaches and parents often do not go through the right procedures or protocols when dealing with a teenager who has received a blow to the head. The usual questions that are asked when there is a head injury are, “what day is it, what’s the score, and how many fingers am I holding up?” Now these are not poor questions, but these questions alone cannot determine if a person has suffered a concussion. The correct method, which they are now implementing in most professional sports leagues, is for anyone with a head injury to take a legitimate concussion test performed by the team doctor. (WebbMD) At present the symptoms can be hit or miss. After receiving a concussion, research shows that an “estimated 80 to 90% of concussions heal spontaneously in the first 7 to 10 days”. (Barton Straus) But, it is important to remember not to return until all symptoms are
What happened? Hours later I got my answer: I had received a grade 3 concussion. While going for the volleyball I had slipped and fell. Fortunately, my descent was cushioned by my head when my body smashed against the hard gym floor. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with Severe Post-Concussion Syndrome that would persist for the rest of my life. I was told that I was lucky, but as a freshman in high school, I felt anything but fortunate.
The warm lit room full of people’s chatter,but was sparsely filled with people inside the IHOP which contradicted the dark night of Dallas. My Mom, my two friends, Yenny and Ashley, and myself walked in stomachs growling at the scent of pancakes and all the delicious sides that came with it like bacon and eggs. That scent reminds me of how sore our legs and arms were including our throats that were aching from screaming loudly at the Verizon Theatre. Where we were enjoying one of our favorite bands who rarely came to America due to them being based overseas, so we were super exhilarated after seeing them it was like a dream come true. The smell of the Strawberry New York Cheesecake pancakes that I ate that came with mouthwatering chunks of
I can hear the hum of taxi cabs whizzing past me as I stand on the corner of the busy downtown street. New York City! I still can't believe that I'm here or that I'm staying here. Aunt Allison was so sweet to let me live in her place whilst she travels around south America. I step out onto the road when the traffic light changed from green to red.
I was sitting with my friend, Pistol on one of the bucking shoots watching the barrel race.
Uncle Sam mocked me. He pointed, stared into my soul, and said, “I want you,” but it was a lie. No one wanted Clive Hardy fighting their battles for them, not if they had any sense.
It’s going to be lots of fun with cakes, lovely, colorful cupcakes, presents big and small, and balloons in all shapes and sizes.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
The dampened ground slowly sunk his feet through the thick, soggy mud as he scoured through the densely packed forest in hope for finding Trent. The tangling vines obstructed Arnold’s path as they clung of the lengthy branches like maggots on a desiccated piece of meat. The thick, misty air occupied his presence in a truly terrifying way that Arnold couldn’t make out anything apart from a glimpse of light that reflected of his jacket’s zip. The only obvious illumination he could make out was the moon as it glared down on him while accompanied with the trillions of dazzling white specs that roamed the night sky. “Where was he?”
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
attire stood up and with her little boy in tow, took a deep breath and
Grounded to the kitchen When you were a teenager, did you ever dream? Did you ever dream of washing the dishes for 10 people, 24/7, day in and day out for months on end? Fellow Toastmasters, don’t worry. It’s not too late. You too can be grounded to the kitchen for the rest of your life!
As the season progressed, competition started getting fiercer. I was up against girls running at a 5A level, yet, I was able to hold my own. Finally there came a tiny light at the end of the tunnel; it seemed as though I was getting closer and closer to accomplishing my goal. Along with my undefeated title came a huge target painted on my back. I religiously checked "Rocky Preps" every day to see if the competition was gaining on me. It seemed that every time I had improved, there was someone right behind me, running their personal best too. I trained during the weeks before regionals like I had never trained before. Each day my stomach became more twisted with knots that looped around every part of my stomach. I don't think I had ever been that nervous in my whole life.
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.