It was a late, around nine o’clock, on Saturday April 20, 2013 when a few of us from Bear River High School decided to go to Senor Frogs to celebrate Olivia’s birthday. Olivia and I use to be best friends back in elementary school that is until we transferred to high school and she destroyed my reputation over jealousy. I didn’t care much for celebrating her birthday, however, I had been in love with her boyfriend Tyler ever since I laid eyes on him freshman year. Nonetheless, Olivia made sure he never knew who I was. I went to every school event, every pep rally, and every party just so that he would notice me, but in the end I always went home unnoticed.
Stressfully, I got changed; it was when I was running out the door, that I tipped and fell on my backpack. It was then, that I could hear it’s villainous laugh blaring in my ears as I got up and ran towards the car. During that practice, all I could think about was how badly I screwed up, and how little sleep I would get. The practices were from eight to ten at night, and I never got home before ten thirty. Not to mention the added time for a shower, I wouldn’t even be able to start my homework until eleven.
The average person wakes up to their alarm clock at about 6:30 am on weekdays and sleeps in on the weekends, not Bethany Spradlin. She wakes up every morning at 5am and to her snooze is not an option. Jumping out of bed she gets dressed for her job as a CNA at the Apostolic Nursing Home that is thirty minutes from her home. She walks up the stairs to her parents bedroom and kisses them goodbye before making her siblings lunches for school. Once she packs the various fruit snacks, PB&J, and juice boxes into their appropriate container she leaves her parents home.
Sitting in the nurse's office, I called my parents and they said they would be there as soon as possible, but camp but a little over an hour away. I ate probably five popsicles while sitting in the nurse’s office, but they didn’t taste as exceptional as they usually do since I was in pain. Originally, I was supposed to stay three more nights, but I guess my camp experience was over for that summer. Soon enough, my parents got there and we started our drive back home. My mom thought it was broken, but my dad swore it was just a sprained ankle that would heal in a week or two, so we waited until the next morning to go to the doctor to find
Every time I touched water after that, it seemed like I couldn’t breathe like I was drowning all over again. It took years until I felt like comfortable even touching water again. I had gone to the pool after that, but I stayed on the concrete, away from the water. I got into the pool around four years later, just feeling of the water slowing rippling across my torso made me hesitant. Soon I was fully submerged, but this time laughing, forgetting the terrible events of the
New Plans One Saturday morning, I woke up at seven in the morning to go to an amusement park called Six Flags. The plans had been made days ago, my two older sisters, my brother, a friend of ours and I would be going to Six Flags and spend the entire day there. As I got up after finally getting my alarm to finally shut up I walked over to the bathroom to take a shower when I realized that the ground was spinning, in my eyes at least, I had a vile taste in the back of my throat. I quickly fell back onto my bed feeling like if I hadn’t I would have fallen to the floor instead. When I was finally able to gain my composure, I got up to go to my mom’s room so she could check out what was wrong with me.
I played the rest of the game slow and disoriented. When the game ended we had barely won. When we all got out of the pool to shake their hands, I couldn't walk straight and I felt like I had to vomit. That is when my parents and coaches realized that I needed medical attention. I was taken to the emergency room and I didn't leave until 5 o'clock the next morning.
I am proudest about my courageous attitude and in overcoming a hugely traumatic fall that I had in first year college. While on holidays with my friends in the summer of first year college I fell off a balcony of 15 feet. I suffered a subdural hematoma (bleed to the brain) and contusion tp the spine and received resuscitation for six minutes. I was placed in intensive care for six days and was not allowed to fly back for two weeks. During this time I was told that it would be highly unlikely that I would be able to return to college that year, due to decreased concentration power and intensive rehab needed to strengthen my neck.
It was like an alarm went off, everyone was up and getting ready. We annihilated the continental breakfast as fast as we could and stumbled into the bus drowsily. Almost the instant we sat down the bus was heading toward the Mall of America, our anticipated destination. Hours jumped by and we had a blast. It was very late and none of us wanted to leave, but in the morning we would have to participate in dreaded charity.
So Gavin was having his 13th birthday party soon, and of course his whole “squad” was invited. That night Tatum and I were having a sleepover, throughout the night the boys kept prankcalling us. It was kinda funny, they were trying to use different voices so that we didn’t know it was them. But we knew everytime, we just didn’t tell them. We went to bed before the boys, they didn’t go to bed till around 5.
What if people don’t notice Abz? What if they just notice boring Abigail? Friday 14th September 2009 What a week it’s been, finally glad the weekends here I can finally chill out and not be the new girl. If I was back home my notifications would be on overload but seems like none of my old friends have stayed in touch, Mom keeps saying “Give it time.” She doesn’t understand if they we’re going to stay in touch they would it only takes 2 seconds to send a text. Wednesday 18th September 2009 2 days left and it’s the weekend again, seems to be flying by thing are looking up though I’ve been invited to a party on Saturday quite a few people are going only a few I actually know.
Talking about the pictures we were gonna take, the places we would go, the beaches we would see, shopping, and more. Since we were so tired, we barely made it out of bed. Rushing to brush our teeth, brush our hair, and get our bags all waiting by the door. Her grandparents were running behind a little, arriving at her house at 6:20 am. It was still pitch black outside with not even a little sunrise.
Soon, Katelyn and Alyana moved in together, which made it easier for all of us to spend time together. At Bailey’s 12th birthday party, her best friends showed up. That night they all had the bright idea to go tee-pee Bailey’s father’s close friend, (Jeff Hughes), that was teasing the girls. Bailey’s mother drove them to the store, while the girls bought about 20 rolls of the cheapest toilet paper they could find. After they bought the toilet paper, the girls went to Jeff’s house.
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School. There were 10 other teams from all around Iowa.
When my alarm clock sounded at five o 'clock in the morning on the first day of summer, I groaned as my fingertips searched for the snooze button and pulled the covers over my head. I dreaded this moment for weeks, not only because it meant waking up before the sun but also because it meant I would be taking care of seventy-plus exuberant kids for the rest of summer. Working with kids didn’t intimidate me, I adored kids and I had been a caretaker for kids since the young age of three when my twin brothers were born. However, I was fazed by the thought of my entire summer being chaos and mayhem. I could already feel the headaches, the stress and the 'why did I get myself into this ' feelings.