As I sit on the school bus headed home I am being choked by uneasiness. I should be ecstatic and celebrating the victory of opening night high school football like my teammates around me. It was my senior year; all the work I had done for the last three years would finally pay off as I became a starter and we were aiming to repeat as state champions. This was not the case as a high speed collision on kickoff caused my shoulder to dislocate. The stinging pain radiated across the right side of my body as trainers tried to put it back into place. After enough wiggling a feeling of relief came over me as I felt a gentle pop. My shoulder was back in place, yet it didn't feel right. This worry of a potentially significant injury lingered in my mind …show more content…
As I awaited the doctor, all my fears and suspicions were swirling around in my head. Was my senior year of football going to end as quickly as it began? After what felt like hours the doctor finally arrived and prepared to sedate me. I was only unconscious for minutes before I woke up in a sling with my arm back in place. I asked the doctor if it was bad, while he did not have the tests to confirm it he suggested that it is was most likely a significant injury due to how unstable the joint had become. As I lay there, I felt the tears well up inside me, I did not particularly like school, but sports and the friendships they built always made it tolerable. It felt like everything I had worked for was crumbling around me. This was confirmed as a later MRI showed I had a torn labrum, surgery and physical therapy was the …show more content…
As a patient I did not understand anything that was going on around me, yet I was not scared. The health professionals whom I had interacted with were so comforting. They radiated confidence and intelligence, but were still approachable and sympathetic. These people gave me back my health and were heroes to me. This is when my interest in medicine began. This moment led me to entering a pre-med program as well as taking on shadowing and volunteer positions. The medicine I saw first hand was much different than what was in the text books, it had finally become real to me. My most memorable experiences were found shadowing in a clinic with a large number of refugee patients. As a half Egyptian, half American student who can speak some degree of Arabic I was given an opportunity to serve a disadvantaged
Typically, the average day of a high school student consists of seven long hours of school; followed by an extracurricular activity. According to the National Federation of State High School Association (NFHS), as of 2014, there was a record high of nearly 7.8 million high school student athletes in the United States. Two experienced authors from The New York Times have contrasting views on athletics in schools. Amanda Ripley, the author of The New York Times bestseller, The Smartest Kids in the World, argues that sports should definitely be removed from high schools across the country. On the other hand, Donte Stallworth, former NFL player, is determined to keep children involved with sports. The main focal point for both Ripley and Stallworth
The Rise of Intercollegiate Football and Its Portrayal in American Popular Literature With the success of the Merriwell literature, juvenile sport fiction became abundant. In all subsequent stories, the model for traditional juvenile sport fiction, even continuing today, is the illustrious Frank Merriwell (Oriard, 1982). As the Merriwell series dwindled to a halt in the 1910’s, books began to dominate the world of children’s sports fiction. Oriard (1982) suggested the popularity of these books rose because “the juvenile sports novel combined the action of the dime novels with the middle-class morality of the Alger (rags-to-riches) novel” (p. 47). In 1912, the year Gilbert Patten retired as the author of the Merriwell stories, Owen Johnson published his children’s novel, Stover at Yale.
High school football is very risky! There are so many ups and downs about this sport in particular. Many people would say it is dangerous for these young boys to play football though others will have a different outlook on it. Football is truly not that dangerous and it can be very helpful for some boys in various ways including, scholarships, personality and a learning experience.
“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.
So after coming out with a win in the semi final game we went out to eat as a whole team and that's what we do as american culture. Also our championship game did not start for a couple hours later and also we got to go out to eat a lot because we are american and that's what we do as american culture. Some of my teammates names are named Juan Alonso, Jackson Williams, Nick Lancaster, Preston Harrison, Tristan Taylor, Connor Pennycook, Cole Person, Alex Tan, Jordan Stutzman, and Dj Berliner. So in warmups before the championship game our star player Juan Alonso got injured and did not play the championship game because he had rolled his ankle. So as we warmed up we had to put our backup shortstop in named Jackson
Having the capability and knowledge to overcome adversity with dignity and pride is another strength in which I am proud of myself for acquiring. In my senior year of high school, I was bullied on my soccer team. A group of my teammates and their parents did not like my father as their assistant coach. This group had tried everything they could to remove to my father from this position. When they realized that all of their attempts had failed, they had resorted to finding ways of upsetting my father by targeting my sister and myself. It came to our attention that during a week a practice, this particular group was evaluating my sister and I and were deciding on who would be the better “target” to bully. My sister was the soccer player who
Sports contributed to making the 1960's a decade of fun excitement. One of the most
Tearing my ACL may not appear to be a failure in most people’s eyes, but to me it was horrifying and a complete let down to myself, as well as others. I worked very hard in the off season and was prepared to be a varsity starter in the spring. The first game came upon us very quickly and I was ecstatic to be on the starting lineup. I had enormously high hopes and wanted to prove my worth to the team and well as the coaches. The game started out as a brutal battle against our greatest rival Walsh, of which many of the opposing players I once played with, but we all played our hearts out. It was towards the middle of the third quarter, and we were down sixteen to six. The game was essentially over at this point, and we had no real chance of coming back to a ten point deficit. I continued to play hard as I still had hope and wanted to prove a point to the Walsh players who once went to
As a sophomore in college I began my athletic training education program clinical rotation with a collegiate football team. There were 120 egger players, scarce supplies, long hours and extreme temperatures. Working jhgkh against many odds, I knew for certain one thing: those players were my main focus. During the first pre season game an offensive lineman severed his third and fourth fingers after being stepped on by an opposing player’s cleats. This particular player’s injury helped me to understand the human experience. After a lengthy visit to the emergency room, doctors determined the severed fingers could not be re-attached and prescribed prosthesis and physical therapy. After assisting with several physical therapy interventions, the
I can still remember my first patient in detail although the event was over a year ago. A lady, just past childbearing age, had walked in and with the help of a translator I introduced myself and began taking her patient history. I asked when she had last visited a physician (it had been several years) and learned that she had walked 13 miles one way to get to our clinic. Hearing her answers to what many so often take for granted in the United States was heartbreaking. She described the gastrointestinal symptoms that prompted her to seek medical attention and we concluded that she had intestinal parasites. We prescribed medication and a treatment regimen for which she was so very grateful. Her problem was small compared to the pneumonia, progressive disease, and cancers that I saw during the rest of the work, but her story touched me so deeply. I knew then, without a doubt, that I wanted and needed to become a
The future of the NFL is in danger, and it is at risk of losing its position as the most favored sport throughout America. Many adolescents are leaving the game as the number of injuries is drastically increasing. Dr. Robert Cantu, a clinical professor of neurosurgery at the Boston University School of Medicine, stated that “Two publications out of Boston University show if you start [suffering] head trauma in football prior to age of 12, you are at greater risk in later life for cognitive and emotional issues” (Karaim 7). This displays how the number of children playing football is going to affect the future of the sport due to the high risk of long-term health issues that are causing many children to stop playing.
The citizens in the small town of Odessa, Texas live for high school football. Most of their attention and resources are poured into this extracurricular activity, resulting in numerous drawbacks. To discover more about this phenomenon, H. G. Bissinger incorporates himself into the Odessa lifestyle and comes to the conclusion that focusing this much energy on football greatly affects the students academically, physically, and mentally. In a town so captivated by sports, this news could invoke disbelief and outrage, but Bissinger prevents this by using strategies to lessen the blow of his argument. Bissinger sympathizes with the citizens of Odessa and presents himself as a qualified and unbiased author as well as employs devices such as tone
I started playing football in middle school and I was honestly one of the best decisions I have made. The one memory that sticks out from middle school football would have to be my 7th grade year my first year playing, I joined in half way through the season with that thriving passion of wanting to get all the girls attention and be like those high school football players. But it did not really happen like that I would wear my jersey to school for home games and it looked like I was getting ready to go to prom, And I was not the guy. I really only got to play one play my 7th grade year there were a few reasons to that I was 4”11 and very skinny and sadly even though I thought my brain was massive they could not find a helmet that would fit
My injury was an accident, but I viewed it as a failure. Not only have I believed I failed my team and parents, I thought I failed myself. I had a goal for myself and that was to bring a championship to the program. But for it to end so suddenly caused negativity to fly around in my head, constantly bringing me down. I let my “failure” affect me mentally and a result of that, I was
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.