The book i am reading is "NIght" by Elie Wiesel. The topic i chose was health. Many factors contribute to your health, either it being good or bad. When you eat a full three meals every day you stay healthy. When you only get a small portion of bread and soup each day, then you probably will become sick. If you dont get enough water you could become severly sick also. Theese are only a few factors that contribute to your gealth. My poster will show you how different things can contribute to your health.
The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.
When we got to the hospital, I walked through the emergency room, but the surgical waiting room was closed. My mom and I were confused because I was my doctor 's first patient. When they opened the door the receptionist quickly gave me the paperwork and I started to fill them out. I freak out while I was filling out the papers because they had written out that I tore my right ACL when I tore my left ACL. I went to the counter and told the receptionist “ Excuse me ma 'am, the information on the forms are wrong.” The lady then looked at the paper and realized it was wrong and started to laugh and said “ I am so sorry I wrote the wrong one down.” I knew that if I didn 't notice the papers they would have done surgery on my right knee instead of the left knee.
It’s been said that effort, determination and attitude are key to success. Since my 7th grade year, I have been in cheerleading. Beginning my freshman year, cheerleading tryouts were something I would have to endure throughout all of high school.
I am Kino I have a wife named Juana and a son named Coyotito we live in Mexico we are a very poor family. We live in a village with other people who are like me, poor. I have an older brother that leads the village.
It started out as a normal saturday afternoon. My mom made grilled cheese and I was getting ready for my dad to take me to gymnastics. I had my pink and black leotard on, and I was putting on my sneakers. We got in the car and my dad dropped of some packages at the post office and we got stuck in a bit of traffic. I was late to gym. I probably missed all of our stretching and running. I knew this would be a hard practice. The second I walked in the gym I had my coach ask why I was late and I told them my reasoning. “We just started conditioning” Michelle would say. “Do a 5 minute quick stretch then hop into conditioning with Maylee.” I did as she said and I started practicing with my teammates.
Snowboarding, one of the hardest snowsport to learn but easy to master. It 's also one of the most enjoyable snowsport on the planet. Even though it’s fun, you can really injure yourself if you 're not careful. In this narrative you’ll witness the pain I had to go through trying to learn snowboarding, but also witness me mastering this incredible sport.
At the time, I was a sweaty, brown-eyed five-year-old, the youngest of three sisters, with one goal: to beat my older sisters to the front of the concession stand line. The distance from the bleachers to the licorice and lollipops was equivalent to a one-hundred yard dash. I remember my little legs took off sprinting. I was winning (at least I think I was), running faster than my sisters. Then, all too quickly, BAM! I was sprawled flat on my face, my hands and feet laid out, just hard ground beneath my stunned body, my hand sliced on a shard of broken bottle.
The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
They ran to the cabins, they came out of the cabins with supplies. They were looking at my foot trying to find any left over glass that could still be in my foot. They ended up finding a white object hanging out of my foot. They did not know what the object was, they decided that I should go to the emergency room. They were done wrapping my foot, my parents took me to the emergency room. The ride to the emergency room was calm and boring, I just sat there anticipating how bad it was, hoping it would not be too bad. We finally got to the emergency room, the ride felt like forever. Rapidly, we entered the building, the doctors took me back to the room, and he laid me on a bed. The doctor came into the room and saw a bloody hole in my foot, as he stayed calm, he checked the deep cut. He found that one tendon was torn, which is a good thing, there could have been more torn tendons and muscles. I was sitting in the room for a couple hours as the doctors decided what to do to me. They decided to wrap my foot, they gave me crutches, and sent me home. They also sent me home to go to a local
Alameda County California. I grew up in Oakland, California and went to Franklin Elementary School. When I was in the 5th grade I moved to Hayward California and went to Eldridge Elementary School. As a transfer student, I felt different from everyone else and my learning abilities were different. I learned quicker than others and was more intellectual than they were and because of these things I never really had friends. I passed all my classes with A’s or B’s.
I went up for a layup and got pushed hard in the back. When I came down, I felt my knee buckle and immediately knew something wasn’t right. The sound it made was alarming, proving to be a serious injury - a fractured femur. It was my junior year and I was looking forward to playing basketball and starting to train for the next football season. In my long recovery from this injury, I learned the traits of acceptance, hard work, determination, and vocal leadership.
Have you ever cut off someone’s limb? I nearly did, when I was ten years old. It all happened in a moment, a quick slice, blood all over the dirty snow, tainting the already tainted snow, but into a blot of red rather than a shade of gray. Blood pooling up as the adult present was freaking out, frantically calling the mountain’s emergency line. My sister and I not really realizing the severity of the injury, we sat there as we waited for people to help.
‘’RR’’ I bounced on the old rusty trampoline, preparing myself to flip over and do a tuck. I looked at the camera I had set up to record myself, I had sworn I was doing it wrong and I needed to see what I was doing. I soon later found out I was doing it REALLY wrong. I take a deep breathe even though I've done this so many times before, I then do the actual flip. All goes good and I land neatly on my feet. Something else was about to happen but I had no clue.
Skating my first few steps, I was very tentative. However, I was skating pretty smoothly after about an hour. I got to a point where I had started to wrap myself around the various poles that were situated in the middle of the roller rink. One particular time, I was going around one of the polls where I had the hardest fall of the day. While falling, my leg slid out from under me and when that happened, I felt a great burning sensation on the lower part of my left leg. It was as if my right leg was on fire My screams of pain pierced the air as everybody in the roller rink watched me writher in