Personal Narrative: My Mind Full Of Injustice

My junior year of high school was in my mind full of injustices, some petty, some not at all. There were a few standouts, one regarding some of my best friends betraying me completely and lying to get themselves out of any trouble with the police. Another, being forced by my english teacher on the fourth day of school to rewrite an essay that was in my mind amazing just because she didn’t like my style. And then there was getting a yellow card in soccer for getting into a little skirmish with a kid who slide tackled me from behind. Perhaps dwelling or complaining about this injustice of getting a yellow card is petty and in the referee’s mind was completely justified but in my mind it was and is absurd. It has also become something I think about constantly going into my last soccer season ever after spending my entire life playing this sport. …show more content…
During that first seizure I smashed my head against the edge of the table giving me a concussion in the process. I don’t mean to sound like a basket case but it was a very unfortunate week for me rendering my injustice during the soccer game even more annoying. After my brief stint in the hospital and my return to school, it was determined by Wheeler’s awesome athletic trainer, Nate, that I had a mild concussion but a concussion nonetheless. Therefore, I was sidelined from any physical activity for 2 weeks, two long, excruciating, and agonizing weeks which for someone like me who spends their day itching to play any sport, do any physical exercise whatsoever, was absolute hell. Finally, I was cleared to play. Getting back out onto the pitch was indescribable. It was like when schools out for summer and you just feel so elated, like your heart is pumping your body full of dopamine relieving any stress or anxiety. Just such a wonderful feeling being back out there playing