Personal Narrative: My Accident In High School

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For most people when accidents happen, they learn lessons and the accident does not occur anymore. For me one small accident has taught me a lesson, but not the expected one. All the time I hear, “high school is the best four years of your life, don’t take it for granted, live in the moment.” I’m trying to make that happen. High school is all about having fun with no regrets. So how can one small finger bone test that? I should have known better than to wake up excited, as taking the SAT usually creates a lousy day. On that day, November 1, my day began with my alarm screaming at me at 6:30 in the morning. Nervous for my first SAT test, I had been dreading this day for a long time, but at the same time I could not wait for it because that afternoon was our Powderpuff Football game. This was our year to win the championship. I couldn’t wait to leave my test. Everything went as planned, my calculator stayed charged, I had enough pencils to last and I left as soon as I could. I had just enough time to drive home, eat lunch, change, and be lectured by my mom. The whole time I frantically ran around the house trying to prepare for the game, she followed behind shouting, “Don’t get hurt! I hate powderpuff, someone always gets hurt.” and I…show more content…
After going to the doctor I learned it broke in three places and I was scheduled back the next day for a surgery to insert two pins. Needing a six week recovery time I lost my spot in the competition routine for the rest of the season. After surgery my hand stayed in an annoying cast; even worse, my mom was so angry with me, she wouldn’t help me do my hair, cover it for showers, or tie my shoes. She was doing all of this hoping I would learn a lesson, but at the time I just thought she was a jerk. Now, one and a half years later, she still gets heated if I talk about breaking my finger, but I always tell her, “I got the flag, that’s all that
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