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

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

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