Growing up as a “bright” teenager I have habits of making some “smart”choices. I do things like studying for test, being nice to my parents, and getting good grades. Then came one day when I was in eighth grade, I was walking from my friends house to mine, I saw a steel rim with a hard ground lying beneath it. You know teenagers, we’re about as dumb as a bucket of hair. A teenager with something to hang on, sounds scary right. Let me tell you right away, I’m nowhere close to the same person as I was a couple years before this drastic incident. One thing is that never I thought of what could happen before I did something, I would just do it. I always assumed that all my thoughts are smart ones. Second thing, I’m a teenager I don’t know …show more content…
It actually felt kind of good. Getting closer and closer to the hoop. I finally got high enough and I grabbed it. There was a big smile on my face. My face looked like a kid at a candy shop. Then, I turned around with a smirk on my face looking back at Mason and said: “ha I told you I could do it.” He said “okay, fine you win.” Suddenly, I feel like I’m moving a little. The basketball hoop is wobbling back and forth. Sweat is falling from my face. Oh no, I thought to myself, the hoop was going to fall. It was like there was a pit of fire under me and I’m about to fall into it. “help!” I yelled. Not knowing what to do Mason standing there in trauma. I’m as high up as a helicopter. The whole basketball hoop starts to fall. I started to scream as loud as I can. I’m crying before I even hit the ground. Then, Boom! my whole body hits the ground with my head hitting first. In shock, also fear we sprint away. It didn’t even hurt too much, first off, since I couldn’t comprehend what just happened, second, I was too busy being in shock. Mason and I finally slow down. We stop to catch a breathe. Finally, we keep walking toward my house. I rubbed the back of my head and felt something. I looked at my hand and there was blood all over my hand. It appeared that someone took a ketchup bottle and squirted it all over my
As I stated before, there are many things that have changed in the past few months. I think this biggest thing that has changed is my feelings towards myself. I have always been pretty confident in my abilities, and myself but I never really had the motivation to do the things that I knew I was capable of. After the incident occurred I asked myself what could I do to change the way my life is headed. I really didn’t have answers. I decided to go home to Jupiter and talk to my parents. I am pretty close with them and I definitely value their opinion. I figured that since they were older and more experienced they could give me some insight on what they have learned. We talked a lot about my past behavior and how a lot of my friends drink. We also talked about how college and drinking kind of go hand and hand in a lot of people’s minds. My parents gave me some ideas on how I could change my life and my choices. We agreed that it would be a good idea to talk to my friends and tell them about how I was feeling. I was kind of unsure about how to approach this with my friends. I felt kind of uneasy about telling some of my friends. We talk mostly about girls, sports etc…….I didn’t think that they would understand what I was going through. As it turns out, my friends were kind of going through the same thing. My best friend John told me that after this incident he started thinking about some of the thi...
Austin, Hannah, and Cheyenne were down the tree very quickly, but I was struggling. About the time I went to jump, I fell out of the tree and caught myself in my arms. Screaming came out very quickly as I could feel my heartbeat in my arm. My parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents were outside quickly, and to the hospital I went. I was very uncomfortable, but I thought the x-ray of my arm was the coolest thing.
The doctor told me it would not hurt, but it would only sting a little bit. I closed my eyes, anxiously waiting as she brought the bottle of medical glue closer to my head. My head already felt like it had collided with a metal bat. I do not know how only an hour before I went to the emergency room, I sat on the trampoline with my cousin. “So, what do you want to do”, Asked my cousin, “because I am tired of sitting here.”
Here goes nothing, I thought. I jumped up, I tucked, but then when I flipped it felt too slow as I was going through the motions, Seriously Morgan?! I was so upset. At least try not to smash your head open. I felt the pressure of my body going down I untucked myself. BOOM! At first I thought it was my knees but no, my feet hit the trampoline. I straightened up preparing myself to fall back. Still I didn’t. I stuck my landing.
At first, I didn't register the shooting pain, but as soon as I did, I was surprised at how much it had been hurting. Being a child and not understanding what it felt like to break a bone, and not knowing what I could even do about it. I got back up and skied down the rest of the mountain, now in last place. When I got down to the bottom, I saw my father, there to pick me up from the mountain. When he first saw me, he knew that something was wrong because I never
There are so many events that change one’s life that it is rather difficult to try and decipher which of those events are most important. Each event changes a different aspect of your life, molding how one’s personality turns out. One of these events occurred when I was about twelve years old and I attempted to steal from a Six Flags amusement park. My reasoning for stealing wasn’t that I didn’t have the money, or even that I wanted what I stole all that badly, it was that all of my friends had stolen something earlier that day and didn’t get caught. After getting caught I resolved, because the consequences are just not worth it, never to steal or give into peer pressure again.
I said and put the ball on the ground. I took 3 steps back and stepped a little to the left; I got on my toes and started running towards the ball. I kicked it a bit right and my dad started going for it, but I started running and I got it first. I started moving left, but dad stole it from me. I started getting tired, my lungs hurt, my ankles were sore, and my shins were bruised, but I kept going.
Being a teenager is hard and being a teenage girl is even harder. In your teenage year’s, you go through many different developmental crises and ultimately it helps shape you as a person later in life somehow. Before I begin discussing my developmental crises growing up, what is a developmental crisis? Well according to A Guide to Crisis Intervention, “Developmental Crises are normal, transitional phases that are expected as people move from one stage of life to another” (Kanel, 2014). One of my developmental crises happened to be struggling with an eating disorder. Some of the questions that I will be discussing consist of how I dealt with it, if I dealt with it properly, and how I would help someone going through the same thing.
As the night wore on we continued to play, and then it happened. I swung at his face in a joking manner and with out realizing it, Jason had pulled out a knife and it had cut me. Instead of pain, I felt a surge of pressure being released and I knew what had happened was not good. As I felt the knife cut into my arm, I could see blood shoot across the room. Immediately I grabbed the cut on my arm and ran to the bathroom sink!
Looking at the speed I was going at, I force myself a fall. Not thinking my idea through, I force fell onto my right hand. As my hand had taken in the force, pain surged through my body, forcing my muscles to go limp. I sat on the asphalt in pain with no energy left in my body, powerless. After sitting on the asphalt for a while in pain, I slowly got up, holding my mom’s hand.
Immediately, I realized I had put to much pressure on to my tail. The board flew up like rocket and slammed right under my jaw. I felt the warm gush of blood start from my lower chin. “Uh oh..” I thought to myself. Brushing my chin with my hand I looked down at my hand that was coated in a crimson blood. Tears came to my eyes as I staggered out of the park with my bloodied board in my trembling hand towards the main lobby. While doing my best to stop myself from dripping blood on the plywood, I managed to push open the glass door. “Oh my god!” a lady at the counter gasped as I shuffled into the room. “I wonder how bad it is” I thought, wishing I had a mirror. She flew off into the back office and quickly rushed with a bundle. “Hold this” she said and handed me an ice pack, then started to frantically type away at the landline. It was another 8 or so minutes before my mom crashed through the door, grabbed my arm, and dragged my out too he
Growing up as a girl virtually anywhere on the globe can be a challenge; even in the most progressive societies, women remain bound to the expectations bestowed upon them by their ancestral patriarchs. As a girl in such a society, I've experienced being picked last on the kickball team despite my superb boot, and I've watched my brother take evening jogs by himself, a free man, while I was told to stay inside; the darkness too dangerous, my father lectured, for a pretty face. I know what time has done to women; I come from a long line of brilliant girls who stood a thousand feet behind their husbands, in the kitchen, pregnant, and sobbing.
I used to be an obsessively compulsive and hyperactive person before this incident – and now I was calm, emotionless and fearless of death, which was sure to come. This is a really unusual entrance into the teen years of life. This was soon followed by depression, loneliness and inability to think clearly. Now, I was unable to think clearly and would fall into a lot of problems that would haunt me soon. My ‘wisdom’ was left in form of a memory only.
In my life I have been fortunate enough to grow up with such a good environment in my later teens years especially comparable to how most other kids live in San Bernardino. Even though my childhood wasn’t the greatest it made me “grow up” and be able to take care of my two siblings and learn that you really need to try to be successful if you don’t want to go back to poverty gang filled areas.
The thought of being 16 and pregnancy has always weighted down on me growing up. I was scared of my family history trying my best not to repeat the life of my mother. In 2001 I was so happy I made it. I accomplish what no one in my family was able to accomplish. I finished high school and even enrolled in college. By this point I had already set a goal for myself. Right before the fall semester was starting my plan was put on hold due to my family, leaving our land to move to the city. This was a tremendous change for someone that lived on 10 acres of land and the nearest neighbor was miles away. By the end of the year I was pregnant with my first child. I remember feeling like my life was over. Like I am fresh