When I was little I was diagnosed with ADHD. One of the hardest lessons that I've had to learn was not to get distracted by every little thing. Being distracted has caused me to get into a car accident, falling and getting injured in gymnastics, and had a hard time in school. Through these different problems that have occurred, I have finally learned my lesson to stay focused in whatever I do.
A couple of months ago, I was driving back from on the beach with a friend, and while I was driving I got distracted by something and looked down at my legs. Well, when I looked down at my legs I didn't realize there was a red light and I crashed into the car in front of me. None of us were severely injured, but it t taught me a good lesson. This showed me to keep my eyes on the road at all times and not get distracted by anything at all. When you look away for just one second, you never know what will happen in that one second.
School has always been n difficult for me, but not listening and paying attention is what caused it to be more difficult. When I didn't listen and pay attention in class I received bad grades at times and I wouldn't know
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Gymnastics is a sport where you have to stay focused a hundred percent of the time. There have been so many times where I have fell because I wasn’t focused. I would be on the balance beam and look over at a friend or something and completely fall. No matter how many times I fell, I still didn’t learn my lesson, until I got seriously injured. My team was doing a practice competition at my gym. The next event was floor and it was my turn to compete. During the middle of the routine I was doing a leap pass and I went to jump and in the middle of my jump I got distracted by one of my teammates and I came down and broke my growth plate in my ankle. I had to go to the emergency room and I couldn’t compete at states. I ended up learning my lesson a hard way, but it
Phillip Kmetz LA365 General Psychology May 8, 2016 Module 11 Case Study 1. “Kevin is a cheerful nine-year-old third grader who is brought to the outpatient clinic after the teacher at the private school he attends repeatedly called his mother about his worsening classroom behavior. His teacher described him as a likable and friendly youngster who always obeyed when spoken to but also repeatedly disrupted the class by his antics and could no longer be tolerated in the classroom. The teacher reported that he hummed and make noises under his breath, blurted out answers without raising his hand, and always tried to be first when the teacher asked a question, even though he often did not have the answer when called upon.
In the article “ADHD Is Overdiagnosed”, by Caryn Carlson, the author Carlson is discussing the factors that are leading to ADHD currently being overdiagnosed and overtreated. According to Carlson, based on recent studies there is reason to believe that ADHD is being overdiagnosed in certain regions of the U.S., namely the use of the drug methylphenidate has skyrocketed soon after the turn of the century. Its usage had doubled from 2001 to 2006, with its largest increase stemming from teenagers and young adults. Carlson states that the dramatic increase most likely supports the theory of over diagnose. One of the reasons behind this is that clinicians sometimes diagnose without assessing all criteria and rely mainly on parent reports.
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. 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
Somehow, two quarters in and we were losing terribly but I had to let my team with a horrible fall to my head. In the beginning, I was unaware of injury to my head so I kept on playing till I felt dizzy and knew something was wrong. Even after my terrible fall, I wanted
We had conditioned really hard, to the point where I felt like crying. I felt exhausted. One more event I told myself, you can do it. We started to tumble and my coach was spotting me on my roundoff back handspring. But, I always kept messing up, never landing on my feet, my coach yelling at me to just do it already and not make a fool out of my self.
My heart was beating so quickly I could feel it in my throat, sweat was running down my face and all I could see is the stadium full of people clapping some with smiles and others with straight faces and then I remember looking at the judges table and felt like my blood has somehow run cold and my heart seemed to still increase with speed. I glanced at the judge's face for one second because we were not allowed to look at them but there faces were embrained in me even if I just glanced at them for a second. They had the straightest faces no response, no satisfaction, almost like they were bored. This competition is what I lived for what I waited for and what I worked so hard for and in the end I fell apart on the most important day of my
The car was totaled, but I was fine. I learned I can handle stressful situations. I learned that sometimes accidents happen. Mostly, I learned not to sweat the small stuff, unless the small stuff is exceptionally big and has eight
That particular time was, when I was just started learning how to ride a bike. As a little girl, wanting to know how to ride one was something I wanted to achieve immediately. Getting the hang of learning how to ride a bike really took while to grasp. Eventually, I prospered in getting a hang of it. Through that little experience, it really showed me that determination can lead to great
Therefore, over the next month I was almost unable to perform even the simplest tasks. It taught me to always think before making my decisions,
and I had to go on the tumble track. I ran across it and did a front flip off the end of it and when I landed I ended up breaking my arm. When I looked down at it I couldn't believe it, it felt like I was dreaming. I remember I screamed, not because it hurt but because of the way it looked. Everyone in the room was staring at me wondering what happened.
My valdez was almost perfect. When I went into my back walkover however, something went terribly wrong. AS I set my hand on the ground and shifted my weight to my hands, by hand slipped out from underneath me and I had a sharp shooting pain bolt through my entire arm. I heard a snap followed by a bunch of gasps. I remember laying on the floor crying and my coach running over
Tell us about an experience, in school or out, that taught you something about yourself and/or the world around you. (maximum 200 words) One of the few things we had to do in choir besides show up and practice was to record a submission for the Texas All-State Choir. Our conductor didn’t make us send them in if we didn’t want to, but I always did. In ninth grade, the songs were particularly challenging and I knew I wouldn’t make it.
I’ve spent the last thirteen years falling. Most of the time I defy gravity, but there are many times when I don’t, and land flat on my back instead. One of the first times I experienced this was at five years old, when my mother enrolled me and my sister into a gymnastics class. At the time, for my mom this decision seemed like the right thing to do; her daughters would stay active and healthy from a young age just as she did growing up. Little did my mom know that almost thirteen years later I would still be in love with the sport.
At the very young age of four years old I took my first of many strides on the ice. My first hockey season began not long after. I have three older brothers who all played hockey at that time, and I began to follow in their footsteps. I grew up watching hockey with my family and I believe that’s where my love for the game truly began. From the very first practice, I was simply in love and hooked with a responsibility to show up to all the practices and games every week.
Competitive gymnastics has always been a driving force in my life. In Grade 10, I set a goal of becoming Provincial champion as I was consistently ranking high in competitions. At Provincials, my first event was beam; evidently my strongest event yet underneath my confidence was a rush of anxiety before performing my routine. Despite my strong warm-up, I stumbled through the routine, falling three times and my aspirations of becoming Provincial Champion shattered. It seemed that my strength had been drained from my muscles and I could not physically or emotionally complete my remaining events.