Oh Snap! Guess what I broke?
By: Jamie Volk
College Writing two
Proffessor: Phillip Fitzpatrick
Assgignment 1: Narrative essay
It was a memorable bleak winters afternoon in January. It was a chilly day so when recess arrived; the teachers made certain that we were bundled up, and warm with our boots on the proper feet and then freed us from the classroom. We trudged down the incline as fast as our little legs could carry us, just like a heard of buffalo; we trampled the snow covered ground.
I traveled down the slide, scaled the ladder to the main platform; I then proceeded to slide down the fireman's pole; ignoring the caution tape strewn across its entrance. I slipped on the ice which was three inches thick and collided unto the snow covered ground. As I lie there helpless I felt the extreme pain creeping on me then the shock started to set in. I cried in agony as I watched classmates gather around me. All I could feel was the pain overshadowed by the shock.
Lured in by the crowd at the foot of the jungle gym; was a tall, dark haired man whom I recognized. Sure enough it was my principal Mr. Hogberg. He gently picked me up and positioned me on a sheet of cardboard. He then slowly walked through the schools entrance, and into the teacher's lounge; a cream-colored space where students were not allowed to be. I was the exception!
The fluorescent lights gave me a headache when stared upon. I recall the humming of an old pop machine that permeated the room. As I lay subdued in my pain, I remember being thirsty and asking the teacher for a cola. She exclaimed that it was not good for my bones, especially when you have a broken leg. "Broken leg" I thought to myself, as I blacked out. I don't know how much time had passed, I only remember it seemed like forever in an instant.
When I finally awoke, doctors and nurses greeted me. I remember the x-ray room and seeing what it was that I had inflicted upon myself! "A clean skiers...