Personal Narrative Essay: My Most Good Sports Player

“Batter up in the 6th inning bases loaded 1 out.” The batter is name Justuce Haywood, and he has had a pretty good season so far. “It is a 1-1 count and here comes the pitch, AND THAT THING IS HIT REALLY GOOD DOWN THE LEFT FIELD LINE, HERE COMES ONE RUN IN, AND THERE IS THE SECOND, HAYWOOD ROUNDING 2ND AND THE LEFT FIELDER STILL HAS NOT GOTTEN THE BALL, THE THIRD RUN IS IN AND THEY ARE WAVING HAYWOOD HOME AND HE IS RUNNING AND HE SLIDES AND HE IS IN THERE, A GRAND SLAM HAS BEEN HIT.” That was the first grand slam in buena park little league history. Hi im Justuce and i’m going to tell you my story. Latter that game my best friend Justin Potapia hit one too when I was on second. So in my early years I played T ball then I went to little league

until minor B. I loved it and I was playing for about 5-7 years, I loved it. So I will go back to kindergarden when I met a couple people that I know to this day. Some names where Mohammad Aleman and Benjamin Gonzales. They were my friends and still are. Yet out of all the friend I have had Justin Potapia was the best friend I could have ever. We did everything together, I knew him before everyone I have ever known. He was there at baseball, he was on the team, and he was there during my surgery. After knowing him for 8+ years, I don’t know if he moved or just like drifted away. I never saw him again I still want to see him again.

Okay so here is another part of my life, I will go through my elementary years. All throughout elementary I always got A’s in math and everything else was just okay. 1st grade I got in trouble a lot of pinching my friend who we were doing it as a joke. Then 2nd grade I had a nice teacher Mrs. Emery-young. She was really nice to me and all that good stuff, but during 2nd grade I had a surgery to get my appendix removed. To begin that I came home one day to my grandmas house in Fullerton and I was laying on the ground crying because of the pain. She said “Do you need to go to the hospital,” and I never want to go because I am scared of needles, but this time I said yes. So I was taken there and of course it was packed. I waited 2 hours to get seen and outside after they took my blood I was laying on a bench on my dad's legs crying and he gave me a lollipop. Then I was taken to the back and put on a bed. While I was their my head was hot so they gave me a giant bag of ice. I went threw 2 giant bags of ice and a plat because I for some reason needed to spit into something. Then they transferred me to Choc hospital where I would spend 2-3 days there. While I was at Choc hospital the doctor that I had pulled my dad aside, and I heard what they were talking about and the doctor said that our reptiles is what is causing me to had this pain in my stomach. So my dad almost hurt the doctor where he would have been seen in the hospital I was in. Then the next day they come in and say “Your appendix is going to burst so we need to do surgery now.” So from what I knew it was going to burst in less than a day so I could have died. Before I went in my dad said count to three and I would be asleep so then I counted 1… 2… 3…, then I stopped at 72. So I counted again 1… 2… 3…, this time it was 42. Then I counted for the third time 1… 2… 3…, I went till 12 and then I woke up in my room with my mom in the corner. I remember looking down and my entire chest was green and I didn’t know why until they said it was for the surgery so it will come off in a couple days. So I went home and couldn’t go back to school until a thursday but I don’t know the actual date, but I do know I was in the hospital from May 8-12 2008. Then one day I was taken to school to say hi to people and my mom made me take my shirt off and show everyone my green stomach.

After that I healed just fine and nothing bad happened after that to me until 7th grade.

I’m going to fast forward to 5th grade and 6th grade. Those were the worst school years of my life and they were because of my teacher. Mrs Sue, if you’re reading this screw you. She hated me with a passion, and I don’t know why. The only reasons I could think of was that my handwriting is not good and that my dad and I work with reptiles. She was horrible to me and almost made me miss many 6th grade events. After a horrible 5th grade year my dad came home and said I know who your teacher will be next year and then he said “Sue,” and I yelled “GOD DAMN IT.” So 6th grade rolled around and I walked in mad and left happy because I didn't have to see her for the rest of the day. At one point of the year she asked the class “ Since i'm so horrible then raise your hand if you want to leave this class and I will go get you switched out of it right now?, and my hand hit my desk loud since they were the ones with the hole in it, but I didn't raise it all the way and I was in there again. Then later that year there was a field trip to go to boomers and we all were going to go, but somehow some way she had to find a way to try and not let me go. So she used one of the kids ,Gabriel Aguilar, I knew to make up a story that made it where I called her a “dick” and she made a giant commotion about it and all my friends that I had knew I didn't say it, and at the time I apparently “said it” the kid NEXT

to me said that I DIDN’T say it, and Gabriel sat 2 seats from me. So because of that she took my recess away and when we were walking back she goes to the girl in front of me and says “So are you happy to go to boomers, it should be REALLY FUN and suck to NOT go.” If that happened to me now a days I would go off on her and say everything I wanted to say, but back then I held my tongue and didn't say anything. So after school the kid that sat next to me and I went up to her and he said that he didn't hear me say it and she said that she didn't care and that I still had to get that referral signed. So in my head, i'm like ok we'll see about that. So I walk home and my dad is outside talking to a friend and I go up to him and tell him what happened. Once I told him he marched down the school with me and as we are walking there my friends yell out “HEY JUSTUCE WE KNOW YOU DIDN’T DO IT.” So that just made my point more valid. Once all that was done I got to go to boomers and she would not mess with me after my dad went up to her. She still never apologized for what she did and I don’t really care.

Then 7th grade comes and it is a whole new experience, it was so much better because I didn’t have to see the same teacher the entire day. Then during 7th grade I was put in honors math because I was good at math, buuuut... I apparently i'm not good at honors math. I was in that class for a semester and had a c- then I was put in normal math that I passed with a b+and had a 89.9%. During that year I played every sport and I started with flag football. We practiced everyday after school and that lasted about 8 weeks, then they choose a team, and I made the team. We went 2-2 in the games that we had and I met a friend that I still know, his name is Jordan Wells. He a good guy and we had a good season. The next sport that was there was basketball, we practiced for a long time but I didn't make the team. The next sport was soccer and I have no idea how I made the team but I somehow did even though I hate soccer. It was either that for it was tennis and i'm not asian so I choose soccer. We did crappy from what I can remember. Then the next sport was volleyball and it was fun but I only went to practice for a week. I had to stop because when I was at home or when I was anywhere I was limping and mr grandma set up the first of many Dr. appointments that I still go to this day.

I went to the Dr appt in the first week of April in 2012 and it was a friend of my grandma who was a foot Dr.

and he saw me and found a bunch of pain in my heel so he took x-rays and it came up as the growth plate in my heel had cracked on the back of my heel. So he told me that I had to take it easy for 2 weeks and it should be good. So 2 weeks pass by and then nothing happened so I had 3 weeks now. After the 3 weeks he said he will give me 2 more and if it doesn't heal then it will be a cast. So guess what happened the next day of school 3 weeks later? You're right I got a cast for 2 months. Even with a cast nothing worked, so when I went back to get the cast off he told me that if it doesn't heal I will be put into a cast up to my knee, to make it work. 2 weeks later It was getting better. That was the last Dr. Appointment I had for that year because I didn't make the next one. Plus I didn't need anymore notes because the school year was ending so I just waited it out. During 7th grade I met this really cool sketchy teacher named Mr. Martinez. He was my english teacher for half of a year because I got switched into his class at the beginning of the 2nd semester. He was a great person and teacher. He had been threw alot and he wasn't hard or wasn't strict. He turned into a friend of mine and I had him 3 times in 2 years and each year I got an A. Then in 8th grade I did football again but I didn't make the team that time. Then during the time there were no sports I got hurt

again with my foot. This time there was a piece of my growth play that was cracked on the bottom of my foot and it disconnected from my growth plate and it is like it's own island. So I went on crutches and a boot for a long time, I got cleared early where it was healed enough to say don't come back but then later that year in February and I was out the rest of the school year. I was mad that it happened again. The only thing is that I did not know that it will happen over and over and over and again and again and again. It is not something that you want to keep happening. Even though it does