Personal Narrative: I Am On The Road

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It’s crazy to think that I am on the road to my future. Everything I have done so far has lead up to this one moment. All of the extra work I do, all of the extra hours spent studying, all the lost hours of sleep, it’s all for this one moment. This one moment is when I go from a high school graduate, to a college student. This moment is so exciting, and unnerving all at the same time. You probably don’t want to hear about how happy I am to be done with high school, what you want to read about is all my experiences, life skills, extracurricular activities, and all that stuff. As you can tell, I’m a little different from everyone else. Every one of these essays start out about the same, “I am honored to be applying to your college…” that must …show more content…
In was the Fourth of July and we had our annual mud-bog (it’s where you drive your cars/trucks through this huge muddy hole) and we had a foot race through the bog. As all the kids lined up to start the race we all were focused on the two hundred dollar prize for the winner, everyone was so serious, except for me of course. As we heard the starting bell everyone took off into this huge mud hole.as I was running I slipped and jarred my knee backwards and heard a loud pop. In that moment I knew something was wrong. I couldn’t walk, let alone stand up. I was rushed to the E.R., on the way there everyone says I was coming in and out of consciousness, I was going into shock from the amount of pain I was in. we finally got to the E.R. As my parents are telling the doctor what happened as I’m laying in the hospital bed, dazed out of my mind, they say nothing is really wrong and that its just a hyper-extension. So they put me in a brace and send me on my way. I was on crutches for the first half of my freshman year in high school. As one month turned into two, my knee was not getting better, so we went to the doctor. He said it was fine and sent me home. It was about five months after my accident when I finally went back to the E.R. saying something was really wrong. Well, come to find out, I was walking around on a fractured femur, a torn meniscus disc, and my kneecap on the side of my knee. I went in fo0r surgery and they fixed everything and now I’m as good as

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