Eli Kimmel Ms. Lehmann English 2-2A 9 October 2019 People Aren’t Made ToRun Backwards
It started off as a normal day. I woke up tomy alarm on my phone playing “Mr. Blue Sky” by the Electric Light Orchestra at a reasonable 5:30. I then got out of bed hesitantly, groaning as I did so. I jumped in the shower and got a feeling that I should stay home “sick,” but I brushed it off because I like going to seminary in the morning, and I was planning on going hunting the next day.
After seminary, my dad and brother picked me up in the parking lot. I got in our sparkly blue jeep that we had bought about a little more than a year ago, and we headed down the road to go to school. When we arrived at school, I sighed because I hate Geometry class, but who doesn’t?
Every day when I walk into school, I go to the tables closest to the new gym, and sit right in front of Evan, and we just talk about hunting or fishing or sports. At about 7:45, I was in biology. I got done with biology, and went to the boy's locker room to get dressed down for P.E. When I took my belt off, I cracked it on the floor, making a whip sound just for fun. I really don’t know a good reason for why I do it, but I do. Then I headed out to the gymand sat downto talkwith friends for a little while, as we waited for our teacher. Mr.Mussmann came out of the locker room, and we startedto get ready to form run.After we had done two or three different forms, we started the backwards form.
I turned to Bryson and said, “backwards form running shouldn’t be a thing,” jokingly.
“Yeah, I don’t think that it should be a thing, either,” said Bryson.
Then, right as he said that, my ankle rolled whilewe were still going backwards, and I fell right on my arm. I heard a pop sound. Shortly after the pop, a sharp pain shot up both sides of my left arm. I got thefeeling that I had broken something. I had never broken a bone in my life up to that point, so I didn’t know what a broken bone felt like.
I calmly got up, using my right arm to push myself, and said to Mr. Mussmann, “I think that I might’ve broken something in my arm, Mr. Mussmann.”I sat down, right next to the table in the corner of the gym that they use as an admissions booth at sporting events. Mr. Mussmann got a bag of ice for me. I looked at my now mutilated arm in a calm, somewhat shocked manner. I knew it had to be broken because I couldn’t move it at all. I went and called my mom, who works at a doctor’s office as a receptionist. She came and picked me up and had one of her doctors look at it.The doctor said to go get it x-rayed.
We went to urgent care and got x-rays, and sure enough, it was broken. It was a complete fracture on the radius, and it was angulated from being smashed so hard. That day,I learned that humans are definitely not supposed to run backwards.
A few days later, I was even able to shoot a shotgun one-handed. Nothing can stop me from doing things with guns, as well as fishing. I was even able to load and unload the guns by myself, as well as tying a hook on a fishing line. If you ever are as clumsy as me, and don’t want a broken arm, then don’t run backwards.
Reflection 1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. I kind of broke my arm and then I wrote an outline, then wrote what happened, and then revised it. 2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? Because it is an actual experience that I went through and I told what happened and what people said. 3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? The part where I told about when I tripped and described how it felt and what I heard and did.