He told me that since it was my fault I would have to be the one to receive the ticket. So he wrote me a $700 ticket and he told me that I need to go to the courthouse if I couldn’t pay that and I could look at other options. After all this, we still made it to the game on time, and the only person badly injured was me, and my AC joint in my shoulder was broken. But on the bright side, we still made it to the game on time. Another downfall was that next Monday we went to the courthouse and my dad told me that I had to do community service.
My First Wrestling Match There were about two weeks before my first wrestling match. After a tough practice, I went to check my weight like everyone else does, and my heart sunk as I realize that I am six pounds over my weight class. The weight class I am wrestling in is one hundred and thirteen pounds, but I weigh one hundred and nineteen. I was very nervous that my coach would find out and be displeased with me. I began to worry because being six pounds over meant that I could only eat a little bit each day, and work extra to lose all of the weight.
So when I was trying to enter the boat, I fell down and I fractured my leg. Before that I was having fun but after I fractured my leg ,I couldn’t play anymore games so I had to sit on a bench while watching my sisters having fun. This sometimes put me in a bad mood because of my fractured leg, I couldn’t go to school for two months and I was stuck at home. Those two months were the worst because I couldn’t go out anywhere and I had to spend the whole two months at home. But sometimes thinking of that, it put me in a happy mood too because I received good grades even though I wasn’t going to school since I had plenty of time back then during the two months so I could study better and I was able to get good
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it. It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Phoenix, Arizona. We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane.
I feel very passionate about this topic, because of an incident that occurred about four years ago. A friend of my sisters was a week away from graduating high school, when he was skateboarding down Highway 74 without a helmet. He lost control of the skateboard and tumbled down the highway, suffering major head trauma. To make a long story short, he was in a coma and his parents made the difficult decision of taking him off life support. He had his whole life ahead of him and within the blink of an eye it was all gone, and because of this incident I understand the importance of the use of helmets.
The good, the bad, and the smelly Little do many people know that a long long time ago in a place not so far away, I was a boyscout. I started as a kid and was in “Den 7” and slowly through the years I crossed over into boy scouting. I went through all the ranks and all the summer camps and even all of the outings. Toward the end of my scouting career I really grew to hate the program, I never thought it was “cool” to be a boy scout but with high school right around the corner I figured I was absolutely done. After my mom forced me to get my Eagle (the highest rank in scouting) I thought I was ready to retire the sash, but my mom had one more trick up her sleeve… I learned I was going to philmont about a month before school ended.
This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.
I had no idea Jaime felt the way he did. When someone talks about suicide I cringe; I get chills, and I just feel uncomfortable talking about it .Just remembering the night of December 22nd, the call we got from my aunt saying Jaime got into an “accident.” I thought he had broken a leg or arm because he really loved to skate board. The feeling I got when I heard he passed but never imagined why or how, i was overcome with grief, a sickness in my stomach. Every time Christmas comes around, it isn’t christmas for my family. I changed as a person because not only do.
Both times from punching something. The first time was an accident I was punching a moving punching bag and missed one time and hit a brick wall straight on causing a pretty bad boxers break. Causing me to have to have two pins put in my hand and that was no fun recovering from but I did. It took about 4 months of cast after the surgery and then about two weeks after I got the cast off I broke my hand in the same place not thinking playing around with my friends. I refused to have another surgery and now I am stuck with a large knot on my had where the bone healed back disfigured.
It had been quite the shock for everyone in the little town when he had returned after his sister 's death to take care of her babies. He had been the pride of the town, having made it all the way to AAA minor league - played for New Orleans Zephyrs for two whole years before he blew his shoulder, but after that he had become a nobody. A loser. For a while drinking, partying, and hooking up with random guys had been his life. At some point he got to work as a truck driver, but he had given up on that after half an year.
We also raise colts, and we train a lot of them. Recently, I broke my very first colt that was given to me by a mom. It was a huge learning experience and extremely rewarding, but required a lot of patience, time, and responsibility. After I got this colt riding really nicely, I decided to sell him. He was only a two year old, so it would be awhile before I could really start him on the barrels hard because his joints hadn’t fully developed yet.