Walker Dunaway Ms. Lehmann English 2-2A 4 October 2019 Quarterback Injury The Friday night football game-that was the reason behind the injury. It felt like it was only yesterday when it happened. I was not 100%, or even 50%, sure what happened because it felt like everything was going in slow motion. I was the quarterback for the Valley Vikings when the ball was snapped.When I finally laid my hands on the ball, time felt like it stopped. The play was a go, so I took my three-step drop, and this is where things went south. As I threw the ball, I was hit from my right side by a 250-pound defensive player from Oakley High School.After the whistles pierced the air. all I could do was lie on the ground, helpless,as my fellow teammates rushed over to my aid. I stood up, ran off the field, and that’s when the real hurt came. Three days later,at football practice, the coach asked if I had gone to the doctors to see if I was fine. I responded,“Not yet. I plan on going tomorrow.” “Ok.Well are you going to stay for practice?” asked Coach Cantu. “Yes” I replied. As the next day approached quickly, I wasn’t ready for all the questions other students began to ask. “What happened” one kid asked. “I was tackled at the football game Friday,” I said. As the day went on, more of the same question repeatedly being asked got the same answer. Later that day, coach Buschhorn asked, “is your shoulder was feeling any better?” “No, it doesn’t feel any better. I plan on going to the doctor’s after school, so I won't make practice,” I replied. The day was done, and I went to the doctors.As I was in the waiting room, I discovered that they had redone the area. I felt like I was waiting there forever, then I was finally called back into the room. As the nurse was prepping me for the doctor, she asked me multiple questions that didn’t even go with why I was there in the first place. Then the doctor came in. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I felt like I had met him before. Then it hit me like a train.He was the doctor that saved my life. When I was in the summer between my 7th and 8th grade year, I had appendicitis, so when I went into the doctors, he was the one to diagnose me. They had me take x-rays. As the nurse took me to the x-ray room, she told me different things to do and not to do.when we arrived, the nurse knocked on the door and a dark-haired woman opened the door and welcomed me with a “you will be fine” smile.We started the x-rays. After about ten minutes of pure torture, she was done. The doctor came back in with good news and bad news. The good news was that nothing was broken, but the bad news was that I had a sprained ligament in my shoulder. The doctor had me wear a sling for comfort and said I couldn’t play football for a couple of weeks. The next day, the questions started to pour in again, with different answers. Kids started to say that I was faking it.Then, later that day,Coach Jarvis even said I was faking it. That made me really upset, but at least my own mom knew I wasn’t.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
First I needed to brainstorm to help me know the order of my story so I can do my rough draft. I then turned it in for the revision.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? I had to tell the story with show don't tell, dialogue, and imagery.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? "After the whistles pierced the air, all I could do was lie on the ground, helpless, as my fellow teammates rushed over to my aid".