When I was a child, I was very destructive. There was just me, my brother and my sister at home when my parents were at work. I was seven at the time and my brother was fifteen. While my sister and I put away the dishes, my brother was downstairs sleeping. I had climbed on the counter to put a plate up. I found something that looked like a candle, at least to me it did. I went to light it on the stove and it started sparking up. The stove in my kitchen is a gas stove and I have a metal sink. I threw the m 1000 (quarter stick of dynamite) into the trash can. We all dispersed and went outside. I didn’t know I had got hit until my brother noticed blood running down my pant leg. My neighbor came outside and they called my parents at work. My brother poured alcohol into the wound and i screamed and cried. Within less than ten minutes, my parents showed up to rush me to the hospital. When we …show more content…
got in, they told me I needed stitches. The wound was very deep and you could see my bone and tendons. I had four layers of stitches, seven in each layer, twenty-eight altogether. The incident happened three days before the fourth of July. Everyone went to my dad’s friends’ house, which was down the street from the Euclid High School, for the fourth of July that year.
I didn’t go to the fireworks because I was scared. I stayed inside the whole time. The four years after the incident, every time I heard a firework or anything of that sort, I would get fevers and have really bad anxiety attacks. I recently got over that fear. I can go to fireworks now and not get scared. This was a very traumatic experience for me. Also, the place I had been hit in in my leg, if the wound were 4 inches higher, I could have hit the artery in my thigh and possibly could have died. Ever since the incident, I have been more aware of my actions and my surroundings. I’ve been more careful to ask about things before assuming something. Danger is everywhere around us, and without danger life is boring. We, as people, just need to be careful with the actions we take and the choices we make. I also appreciate this incident because without it I never would have learned the real danger in things. Life is risky and sometimes the risk is worth
it. All in all, I learned two things. One, I learned that if you’re not sure what something is, leave it alone. It can cause great destruction and trauma. And two, I learned that trauma and experience make you the person you are. I am the person I am today because of traumatic experiences and honestly, I wouldn’t take back any experiences from my past because they made me a stronger person.
Throughout Rajiv Joseph’s play, Gruesome Playground Injuries, the two characters, Doug and Kayleen, sporadically meet throughout the course of 30 years due to injuries ranging from getting “beaten up pretty badly” (Joseph 31) to going into a “coma” (Joseph 27). The play starts out with the two characters first meeting in the school nurse’s office with injuries of their own. This is the start of a relationship that is full of pain and healing throughout the years. Told in a very unique structure of five year increments, the play shows how injuries, a reoccurring image that may be self-inflicted or inflicted upon one, bring the pair together when either is in a dire situation.
There are kids hesitant to watch the fireworks because of fear. They fear the darkness at night, loud noises, and large crowds with people they don’t know. For some kids, fear has a negative impression and long term effect psychologically. They try hard to avoid and escape from the situation. Not every kid is lucky enough to escape from their fears.
Adverse childhood experiences known as the ACE Study, was developed to determine whether childhood events had long-term health consequences, which has important implications for Healthy People 2020 Policy planning, as well as for key social work roles in disease prevention. (Larkin, Felitti, Anda, 2014). Based on the Michael’s case he has experienced six ACEs, child abuse that was both emotional and physical, alcohol abuse, single parent home, working class, and lack of support/closeness with family. Some studies suggest that the experience of four or more ACEs is a threshold above which there is a particular higher risk of negative physical and mental health outcomes. (Sacks, Murphey, Moore, 2014) Early life stress, including neglect and abuse,
The day was like any other Independence Day in its celebration-the barbecue was on the grill, the family was on the deck, and the good feelings were freely flowing. I chatted with the family, put in the requisite time at the kiddies' table, and began to feel the spirit of the holiday. It was clear and calm that day, with still no indication of the police-led festivities yet to come, and then it happened: an old uncle, rarely seen except for those few occasions when public drinking with the familial unit is acceptable, brought out a bag of things that no self-respecting Fourth of July party-goer is without--the fireworks. Pretty soon the kids, and even a few adults, were enjoying the pyrotechnic show.
We had never been to a party, besides a few nights were we split a case of beer, upon arrival to the party, it was clear, we were in over our heads. There was an open bar, twenty-two kegs, and a table with an array of different types of drugs. Much like the town members in “The Lottery”, mob mentality took over myself and my group of friends as we were convinced to partake in the different libations of the night. As the night progressed so did the items that we were consuming. We started with beer and didn’t think to much of it, but when a group of seniors came and challenged us to do Jager bombs the night took off. We were all concerned, at first, but as the alcohol soaked into our brains we were just looking for the next thing to take our mind off how sore our bodies were from the earlier practice. Until finally it was time to leave, and piss drunk we all climbed into vehicles to drive home. I was in a lifted Jeep Cherokee with six of my teammates when the driver lost control and went off the road. As we were barreling toward a tree line the car seemed to increase in speed, and when the vehicle hit two large elm trees the car stopped instantly. Myself and the driver were thrown through the windshield, and everyone else in the backseat collided with the foot and a half diameter limb that went through the center of the windshield. The limb broke my best friends arm, broke another friends nose, and it had stopped on our starting point guards chest. What we didn’t realize was that the limb had crushed his ribcage and fluid was pouring into his lungs. Luckily, none of us were knocked out except for him, and we were able to call 911, the paramedics got their quickly, and he was airlifted to a hospital about twenty minutes away. Waiting for the ambulance was terrible, my friend was laying helpless on the ground, coughing up blood and struggling
The Amory High School Art Club consists of six members who meet all school year in the art room at the high school. They are as follows: Abi Parish, Kyra Nakagawa, Sarah and Patricia Stewart, Alex Walls, and Megan Poss. The adviser of the Art Club, Mrs. Nan Moon, is the art teacher for both the middle and high schools, and she has been teaching art for 13 years. Although the high school has had the Art Club for only 3 years, it has accomplished many great projects through the halls of the school, including murals. Mrs. Moon has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from Mississippi University for Women, and her favorite medium to teach is 2D drawing and painting. Her curriculum includes, art history, drawing, painting, and sculpting. One club
It was also scary for me to think what could have happened if A) my friend hadn’t been there or B) he hadn’t been the type of guy to stick with me and flag down help, because if I had been alone and suffered and injury like that, who knows how long I would have lain there bleeding before someone found me, or if I would be found alive at all. As an engineering student, my career goals are contingent on my mind, so the idea that one poor choice could put those in question is something that will stick with me for years to come, because everyone likes to have fun, but no one wants to be paying for that fun for the rest of their lives, always wondering “what
Seeing the reaction of people is fascinating especially what they do when the norm is interrupted. I admit I did feel kind of bad interrupting their day even if it was for a moment. Reflecting on this experiment, I personally will make a conscious effort to be in tune with my surroundings with hopes I will act in a different manner than the two women did. The Department of Justice came out and told the public if they see something say something. Could I ever forgive myself if someone was in real trouble and I turned the other cheek or pretended not to hear or see
After that event, I made things very clear what I would never do again. From then on I never did something just because everyone else did. I would assess the situation and decide whether the action was worth it’s consequences. This event prevented me from becoming one of those people who break the law just because they can, or because it gives them an adrenalin rush. My actions on that fateful day were definitely not worth the consequences that I suffered, and because of that, I have been very obedient of the laws and rules that are around me.
It was the worst it had ever been in an extremely long time. She told me she did not care if I leave, I should run away and in 24 hours she will just file a missing person's report. She told me that I am nothing and I will never be anything along with some other non-school-appropriate words. She then left to pick my brother up. I was shocked hurt and livid. I planned to kill myself. I was frustrated with the situation, but before I could do it I must take a shower. So I took a shower then looked at myself for what felt like an eternity in the mirror. I walked over and sat on the bed took a razor I got out of a sharpener and began to cut with a purpose on the vein right under my wrist. The cuts were deep but not deep enough and I felt the vein move under my skin desperately trying to escape my vicious assault. When I do puncture it it puffs up which is common. I try and I try and I damn myself because the razor is not big enough. I began to lash out at myself for not buying new razors but why would I? I was done cutting and playing this suicide game. Finally, I am just so tired, I lay down and sleep. The next day I woke up and went to school speaking to no one about the incident, because I knew it would be a pointless endeavor. I would be thrown away checked off of a list like others before
One of the children had my expensive saddle on the floor in dirt. I was outraged, at that very moment I screamed at him. Then something held me back, I could not do more than scream at him. For some reason I knew I couldn't do a deed like killing for that, even if i'm supposed to. I know I should have killed him right then and there but instead I just gave the saddle to him and told him to put it on the horse. Soon after I did my daily routine of going around the camp and went back to my home. Later on I went to go check on the child who I left to clean my bathroom. I came back to disappointments. The child nervously stated that he couldn't remove the stains from the tub. I know I should have reacted in screams and killed him for not doing the task I asked of him but instead I put my fingers on his shoulder and pardoned him. This time I actually thought about my actions and realized what I have been doing. I been letting things slide when i should be killing and being cruel. I went back and started shooting at him to give him a fright. After shooting at the child I felt morally wrong so I got a manicure to get myself
The similarity between the two of us was uncanny. We both played sports at a high level, we were good students, and even had the same job. What if I had driven that day? It could have easily been me instead of him. Many things can happen in life. However, I never counted on dreadful things to become reality, only hoped for good things. Our time spent together that day began as a usual trip to the mall and ended as a horrific adventure through the space between life and death. I should have never been such a cheap person by worrying about how much gas I waste. The most important thing that I learned from this experience was that there is no such thing as invincibility.
It was two summers ago; I was spending a week up north in Elk Rapids carefree and jubilous, completely oblivious to my upcoming fate. No, nothing terribly tragic occurred halfway through that week, but it was definitely a troublesome incident and struggle for everyone involved. None the less, the event that took place outside of White Birch, a lodge we stay at every summer, has impacted me in several ways. Through it all, I have definitely learned one thing: wear shoes when you ride a bike!
You know when you look back on your life and you just feel like there are just these certain days which define your life and exactly how you are now at this very second? Those days where little details stick out and they constantly ponder across your mind even years afterwards? This was one of those days. This was back when I attended high school, in a year which I now think of as a bit of a “rebel” year. It might have been one because quite possibly this day was the “baddest” day of my life. The weather was wet and cold and each step I took in the dark sodden grass reminded me of what I was doing. But it wasn’t what I was doing that was “wrong”, it was what many people were saying. The memory is clear of the exact happenings on that day, but somehow the people who didn’t share those memories had the most to say about it.
So in second/third grade Mariah and I had boy troubles. The was this older boy, a fourth-grader, that was out friend…and we both liked him. Mariah and him had past history and I had a big crush. I would listen to Hannah Montana and think about him. Me and him never officially dated, but we were close to it. New twins moved into Mariah’s neighborhood, she became friends with them and so did my almost boyfriend. It felt like my world was collapsing, the twins didn’t like me! That meant Mariah didn’t like me. I had other friends but they weren’t Mariah. Anytime I would try to hang out with her the twins would be mean to me until I decided to go home. Mariah never really saw the twins be mean to me, she just thought I didn’t like them because I was jealous. I only didn’t like them because they were evil…and maybe I was a slight bit jealous. One of the twins even stole my almost boyfriend. I couldn’t let this happen anymore so I took action. I confronted the twins and it was a slap in the face. I literally got slapped in the face! I was still sensitive at that time so I ran home and cried. I later told my mother and she said those famous three words: suck it up. Back then I didn’t have a good thought process on how to solve my problems to I chose arson. I went to their clubhouse with gas and a lighter and burned up their mini Christmas tree. I wasn’t the most controlled eight-year-old. Eventually, the twins moved away, or