Memoir

Memoir

Karisa Wubben

English 9

Throughout my childhood, my sibilings and I had never broken any bones. The thought of me or my sibilings breaking any bones never really came to mind. I had seen kids with casts and braces and always assumed that it happened from falling off the bed or jumping off the swings. I didn’t think it would happen to me. But that changed on December 14.

On December 14, I got ready for school just like any other day. I wasn’t expecting anything big or exciting to happen that day. I got to school and felt completley normal, just like any other day. Then it hit at lunch break, and it didn’t feel real; like I was in a dream.

The bell rang so I headed for the choir room. I got in there and everyone was finding chairs because we were going to watch our Christmas concert. I found a chair and headed to where my friends were sitting. I pulled the chair up to my seat and was getting ready to sit down. I started to sit down, but I didn't land on my chair. I landed on the floor. I knew something wasn't quite right. My arm kind of felt numb. I remember looking up at Lexi and saying, "I think I hurt my arm." Then I lifted up my sleeve to find that my arm was bent in ways that it shouldn't bend. I started crying and the next thing I knew Macy was there to help me out. I remember Nick, the one that pulled out my chair out underneath me was trying to pick me up; which didn't feel very good. Then Macy and Tara helped me get up and get into the hallway where they found some teachers.       

I remember sitting there with Macy and Mr. Groen. I kept looking at my arm and saying, "Eww it's so gross." Then Mr. Groen told me it was time to sing happy songs. As he was singing, a bunch of teachers came flying into the hallway and my brother Ryan went to get the vehicle to take me to the E.R. It was a very uncomfortable ride there; every bump killed.

I got to the hospital and my mom was waiting for me. She was in tears just like I was. Once I got into my room; my aunt was actually my nurse, which was very nice. I got all my I.V.’s and such hooked on me and the doctor came in. He looked at my arm and put it in this "Chinese trap" until my fingers turned purple. Then they had to give me a drug that would make me forget about the pain. It knocked me out and I don’t remember the pain but I felt it. After they gave me that drug, they had to wait till I was completely out, which took a while. Once I was knocked out, the doctor came in and pulled my arm to try to put it back in place. My parents recorded them pulling and it was no gentle pull; he was pulling with all his might just to get the bone back in place. After I woke up from it, I was able to leave; with quite a large cast on my arm, which was a problem for me because not many of my shirts could fit over the big cast. So, my mom and I made a shopping trip to Target for some big shirts.

The worst part I have to say about breaking my arm was it was during basketball season and I was a starter on varsity. I was very disappointed when I found out I couldn't play. That's probably one of the main reasons I was so upset.

Through my experience of breaking my arm it taught me that I can't be so independent and it's okay to ask others for help. God had a purpose for me and wouldn’t have let it happen without a reason. I thought I had it good being a starter on varsity, so breaking my arm showed me that I need to not think about me so much and spend more time with God. He is the reason I am able to play basketball. I thank him and praise him for healing my arm, but also the experience of it breaking. I am also thankful that God put all the people in my life to help me. I couldn’t have done it myself. It really taught me a life lesson.

Any topic essay

Pit Bulls as Pets?

English 9

    Karisa Wubben

Pit terriers and American bulldogs are bred together to make the Pitbull. The Pit Terriers are dogs that are known for their “game”, while bulldogs are known for their strength and power. They were bred in England and then brought into the United States. Terriers are known for their aggression, and bulldogs are  known for being “guard dogs”.

These dogs are used for police work, search and rescue dogs, and so on. These dogs are meant for these jobs and only these jobs. People that work with these dogs are trained to work with these aggressive, violent dogs. People should not have these animals as pets. These dogs are bred to be violent. They should not be allowed to be around people or children.

The only dog that every really makes television is the pitbull and it’s usually not anything positive. It usually means that the dog has bitten someone. These dogs have sharp teeth and are very aggressive. This means that they can usually get out of a leash or collar. Owners may try chains, but the dog is very strong and could still find a way to get out of it, which may lead to the dog possibly attacking someone or something.

This dog is a great dog to be on the police squad or rescue team. It has a great nose and can find things easily, which is why  it should only be used for these things. This dog could spot someone that is trying to hide or get away from it so easily that it would be more than willing to attack.

These dogs are not worth the risk. I think it is okay for the dogs to be in the hands with a trainer, doing a job, but not as a pet. There have been more stories than there should be on T.V. of little children getting bit or chased down by a pitbull. A lot of the time it isn’t even children’s parents that own the dog. Usually kids that are just walking home from school or walking to a park get attacked. People shouldn’t even risk it. This dog is meant  for a job, it is  not a cuddly puppy. This dog will attack. Don’t risk the chance.

Celebration Essay

 

CelebrationEssay

                                                By: Karisa Wubben

                                                        5/1/12
            One of the most inspiring people I know is my dad. He was raised in a Christian home with very strict parents. He inspires me in many things he does. He is a great father and very strong in his faith. I am very thankful for him and everything he does.
                My dad was raised on a farm two miles from my house. Which is my grandparent’s house. He since birth has always been a strong, hard worker. When he gets sick he doesn’t stay home from work. He sucks it up and goes to work. He went to CMCS until his junior year and then transferred to MACCRAY to get a class he needed to graduate. Then he went to college and graduated. In high school he met my mom and married her in 1992. Then a few years later they brought into this world my brothers and me. In 2007, he and my mom adopted their final child, Cayden.
                My dad is a loving and caring man. He would do anything to keep his family safe. My dad is a little “protective” of me. I am his “little girl”, which sometimes is good, but sometimes very annoying. I know he does it just to keep me safe and to keep me from making stupid mistakes.  He always tells me to search for a man that’s like him for my husband. Usually as a joke, but in a way, I would be okay with marrying someone like my dad. He is truly amazing.

            My dad is willing to do anything for us kids. He would jump in front of a bullet for us. He is a great man. He is also very strong in his faith. He teaches us how to be an unshaken family in our faith. One of the big sacrifices he makes for us kids is to get a Christian education. It’s very expensive to come to a Christian school, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love when I get father daughter bonding time. I learn so many things about him and about life in general. He guides me in a way that young women are supposed to go. He teaches and corrects me when I do something wrong.  He is truly an amazing man and father.

           

compare/contrast

English 9

Karisa Wubben

   4/20/12

Volleyball and basketball are similar, but yet very different sports. Volleyball and basketball have more differences than similarities. They are both physical and very competitive sports. Both sports need a lot of practice to become a good player.

The goal in basketball is to get the ball through a netted hoop. While in volleyball the goal is to hit the ball over the net and make it hit the floor. Both volleyball and basketball use a round ball, but basketballs are heavier and harder while volleyballs are lighter and much softer.

Basketball has a bigger court, which means more running than with volleyball. There is a net going between the volleyball court that blocks almost all-physical contact. Basketball always has physical contact.

In volleyball you wear kneepads to protect yourself from diving on the floor, but in basketball you don’t. Although it would probably be smart to wear them in basketball you usually don’t. Although volleyball and basketball are hard work physically and mentally, basketball definitely has a lot more running involved and personally is more physical than mental. Volleyball is much more mental than physical, you have to go into the game pumped up and ready to win.

In volleyball you have 6 players, and in basketball you have 5. In both sports you have referees. Volleyball is mostly a girl sport, but some guys play sand volleyball. Basketball is both for boys and girls. Also in volleyball girls wear bikers, short little shorts. But in basketball you wear basketball shorts.

Personally I enjoy both sports, but I enjoy basketball more just because it’s more physical. I think it’s good to be able to take your anger out physically every once and a while. But I enjoy volleyball just because it’s a fun sport. Over all they are both a mental and physical game. You have to be ready to put a lot of time in to become a better player in each sport.

Persuasive Writing

                                                         English 9                                                                   Karisa

                                            Persuasive Writing

When we have winters, that have no snow, which means no snow days, school should give students and staff a day off. Snow days that we don’t use should be added onto spring break. I think giving students and teachers an extra day off school and work it would greatly improve the way both teachers and students work.

One of my favorite feelings is probably when you’re in bed or getting ready for bed and all the phones start ringing, because then that means school is either late, or cancelled. That’s one of my favorite things about living in Minnesota, it snows. That usually means snow days. But that wasn’t the case this year. This year, we only had 1 snow day. It was so nice to have a day off, but it would be nicer to have an extra break or two. Especially when it comes to the end of the year. At the end of the year, both teachers and students start to get antsy for summer. We get sick of homework, and I’m pretty sure some of the teachers, if not all, get sick of us. Giving us students and teachers a break would mentally get us in the mode to finish the school year strong.

The school board gives us snow days for us to use, but when we don’t get snow we can’t use them. When there are years like this year and there’s no snow the school should be generous to us and give us a break. Teachers and people that have other jobs can always have a limit of just having a “day off” or a “personal day”. I think that students should be allowed that if there are no snow days. After our Christmas breaks, students don’t receive a break for a long time. Students at this time of year especially start to stress and go crazy! When they know summer is coming and the year is almost over. Students start to care less about everything, their grades, and after school activities just because they feel miserable. We are always having to do homework, study for test, after school activities. It would be good for us to get a break from school.

If the school gives us snow days, why don’t we get to use them all? Yes I know it doesn’t snow, but those days are really beneficial to a lot of people. If we were to add the snow days to our spring, or Easter break people would probably feel more relaxed and ready to push through the end of the year. Students are in the classroom a lot, but when their in they’re that doesn’t mean their learning. Students can be tired and worn out so they pay no attention. If you’d give students a day off they would be more willing and ready to learn.  

During the end of the year it is very hard to want to keep trying, so I challenge the school to give students and staff a day or two off. It would greatly improve their work quality and it would show.

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Book Reveiw

English 9

Book Review

 Karisa

In Ender’s Game, a fiction story written by Orson Scott Card, a young boy faces many challenges. Ender, the main character, definitely has his patience tested by his relationship with his brother, but he learns to show compassion and leadership.

Ender was only born because the government told his parents to have a “3rd”, because their first two kids were brilliant. They thought if they’d have another one they would find the kid they needed to save the world. Because Ender was a 3^rd, he wasn’t loved and appreciated like his other siblings were. The one person Ender truly loves is his sister, Valentine, and she loves him back. Peter, Ender’s older brother, is a bully, but it’s really only because Peter is jealous of Ender.

Because Ender is so intelligent he gets sent to battle school to train to save the world from the buggers. The buggers were little aliens. When Ender got sent to command school he was just 6 years old. How was a 6 year old suppose to save the world?

At battle school Ender has to learn patience and responsibility. He has to learn to stand up for himself, just because he is a lot younger. Being young and small was rough for him. He had to not let people get to his head. When he did something wrong, like hurting someone just to protect himself, he felt like Peter. He didn’t want to end up like Peter. He had to remind himself that he is not a killer, and is not his brother, Peter. He is a sweet and genuine kid. He was very competitive and liked to win. When he hurt other people, it was usually just for his own safety, even though it made him feel badly.

Ender trained and learned many things during battle school. But then at age 11, he got sent to command school. The other kids at command school were all 15-16. But Ender was stronger, and smarter than all of them. He was the one that would eventually save the world.

Critique: I would definitely recommend this book. I didn’t think I would like as much as I did because I didn’t think I was a fan of science fiction stories like this but it was very good. Orson Scott Card did a good job on keeping you into the book. There was never really a time where you got bored. He kept you drawn in through out the whole book. It can be kind of confusing but overall it turned out to be a pretty good book.

Happily Ever After?

  
                                                    Happily Ever After?

Karisa Wubben

He grabbed my hand as we walked out the door; he took me out to eat for my birthday to my favorite restaurant. He held me close to keep me warm from the ice-cold temperatures. Mark unlocked the car doors and walked me to my door.

He opened the door for me but before he let me get in the car he grabbed me and whispered in my ear, “I love you, and don’t you ever forget that.”  Then he gave me a small peck on the cheek. I was in love. How was I so lucky to get a guy like this? A guy who was genuinely true and would always love me for who I am.

On the car ride home we were driving slowly because the roads were wet and slippery, because of all the snow we had gotten the night before. We were having our usual chat about us in the future, and if and when we get married. We started dating our sophomore year, and now were seniors. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized how much I loved him, and wanted to some day be married to him and spend the rest of my life with him.

When we were in the car we were just talking about our night, when all of the sudden we saw a bright flash and felt our bodies getting thrown around. My mind went blank. I was knocked out for a while. When I started getting some feeling back I slowly opened my eyes. I was still in the car but the front of the car was smashed, the windshield was shattered. I slowly turned my head to Mark. He didn’t look good, but I couldn’t move.

 I was pinned in the car and all I could do was scream for help. I could hear the paramedics hollering and saying, “It doesn’t look too good guys!” It took them a good half hour before they got Mark out. They took him in the first ambulance and sped off.

My head still hurt from being hit against the glass so I closed my eyes. Before I could open my eyes again, they had me on a stretcher and loaded me into the ambulance.  I started panicking. It was almost like I didn’t know where I was and forgot what happened. When I was lying on the stretcher the paramedic told me that we were in a accident and our vehicle rolled 3 times.  I was crying and wanted to know if Mark was okay. I didn’t feel much pain besides my arm, but I could tell I was pretty bruised up.

They got me to the hospital and had me put in a room and examined me.  They got my head wrapped up and my broken arm into a splint. The only thing going through my mind was, “Where is Mark? Why haven’t I heard anything on him?”

My parents came in the room, both with tears in their eyes. I told them I was fine, but they kept crying. I asked them if they heard anything on Mark. My mother began to cry more and they each went silent. I told them I wanted to know what was going on. I honestly thought he died. But finally my mom told me that he has a broken leg and is in coma.

Those were the main things besides all the bumps and bruises. I was devastated. I sat and cried all night. “What will I do without him?” Those were just some of the things going through my mind. What would I do if I lose him? If we would have just stayed home and not gone out to eat he would be fine. It was my birthday; it was my fault it happened. I should have suggested we just stay around home.

The hospital kept me for 2 days even though I was completely fine. After they let me out, the first thing I told my parents I wanted to do was see Mark. I wanted to assure myself that he was going to be okay. I wanted to hold his hand and be with him.

 So we went up to the floor he was on and found his doctor. The doctor told me he was pretty beat up, but that wasn’t going to stop me. They opened the door and I went in. He was wrapped up with bandages and a splint on his leg and bandages around his head. I cried.

I went over to his bedside, and grabbed his hand. Tears ran down my face. Was he going to be okay? Why did this have to happen? We were so happy. It was our senior year and in a few years we wanted to be married. I stayed in the room for a good hour holding his hand and trying to talk to him. I didn’t get any response and I knew I wouldn’t, but I really wanted one. He just lay there with tubes in his mouth giving him oxygen and he had IV’s. The only guy I’ve ever loved looked miserable.  Not being able to see his beautiful blue eyes that always made me melt was awful. My parents finally came in and said we should get going and we’d come back to visit him the next day.

I went home that night and cried for hours, trying to tell myself he’d be okay, and that I needed to have faith. I needed to put my faith in God that he would do what he needed to do. In my mind I was hoping God would want Mark to live. I’m sure Heaven’s great, but I can’t lose him.  I finally fell asleep.

The next day I was trying to figure out how to do things with one arm. It was a challenge but I got showered and threw on a sweat shirt and sweats and told my parents one of my friends was going to take me to see him.

My friend knocked on the door and said she was here. I’m sure people thought I looked pretty funny since I was all bruised up with a broken arm. But I just needed to see him. I needed to feel the comfort of him still being here.

We arrived at the hospital and I got out and walked into the hospital and got in the elevator. I got up to the main floor and a nurse asked me “Who are you here to see?” I said, “My boyfriend, his name is Mark Williams”. She led me into his room and I sat and “talked” to him, or really it was more like me talking and him just lying there.

I said to him. “You’re a strong boy. I know you can come out of this. I know you will.” I loved seeing him. I loved him. I just wanted him to get better. I wanted him to come home, I wanted to go to his house, and be wrapped in his arms. I wanted him to tell me he loved me and kiss me goodnight. I kept getting told it could be forever until he would get out of the hospital or maybe never at all. But I didn’t loose my faith. I knew he was strong and he would be okay. But deep down inside, I still worried that he wouldn’t be okay.

After I left the hospital, my friend brought me home and I went in my room and tried to comprehend everything I was told.  I went to the hospital every day for a month.

One day after school, I went to the hospital and saw him again. I felt different today, I felt like something exciting was going to happen. I got to the hospital and he was still lying there. I sat and held his hand and “talked to him”.             But before I was getting ready to leave I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “I love you”. During all this I was still holding his hand, but after I said,”I love you”, he squeezed my hand. Then I looked down at him and saw him slowly open his eyes. Excitement ran through my body. I hollered for the nurse and his parents and said, “He’s awake!”  They all came running in and walked out of the way so they could take a look at him. He started slowly stuttering. The nurse checked everything and said that he was going to be okay.

 I cried, I was so excited I couldn’t get the smile off my face! I ran next to his bed and grabbed his hand and kissed his forehead. I told him that I loved him and he slowly, and quietly said, “I love you too..” But after he said, “I love you”, he also said “I’m so sorry for hurting you”. My first response was, “It’ my fault. If we would of just stayed around home for my birthday, we’d probably be as healthy and strong as can be.”

He looked at me with his blue eyes and slowly said, “Don’t you ever think that. It was my treat to you. It was your birthday, we had to celebrate.” I then said, “Why would you think you hurt me? You didn’t hurt me. It wasn’t your fault.” Then he said to me “I promise, I will never hurt you again. I love you. I want you to be with me forever”. Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. I just smiled and sat and held his hand.

It was 2 months later when he finally was ready to go home. I went to the hospital and found him in a wheel chair with all his things ready to go. His bruises were gone, and he just had a couple scars.

            He saw me walk into his room and smiled at me. I pushed him down the hallway with a smile on my face the whole time. He accidentally forgot a bag of his in his room, so he asked the nurse to get it. When she got it, she handed it to him he said, “Hold on I need to check to make sure I have something”. As he was digging in the bag his hand stopped.

                  He slowly pulled out a little box. I asked him “What is that?” Then he said, “ I love you.” He slowly stood up getting out of the wheel chair and got down on one knee. He opened the box and there was a ring. It was a beautiful wedding ring. He was down on one knee when I started crying, he said, “I want you in my life. I know we’re still in high school, and I am totally fine with waiting to get married until we graduate. But I want to make this promise to you because I love you. I don’t want to loose you.  I want to grow old with you. I want to have a house and raise wonderful, and beautiful kids with you. I love you and I always will.”

 “Will you marry me?”

1 day. :D

Tomorrow is the day!! The day i've been waiting for since the day I broke my arm. My cast is coming off!! :D i'm so excited to have it officially off and be able to start practicing again. Even though I slide my cast off and practice.. oh well. Tomorrow I will officially be able to take it off and take it off FOREVER. Unless I break it again, but lets just hope that doesn't happen.

Christmas Time

Did you ever taste a Christmas morning?

Cinnamon rolls melting in your mouth, peppermint from last night.

Did you ever hear a Christmas sermon?

Little kids singing, the pastor getting excited!

Did you ever feel the feeling on Christmas eve?

Running downstairs for presents, and getting ready for the program.

Did you ever smell the whole Christmas season?

The big Christmas tree,  treats baking in the kitchen.

Did you ever see Christmas Day?

Smiles when presents are opened, the Christmas tree shining brightly!

Choir Class

Whenever I think of choir class I think of singing.

Happy and smiling faces,

Well….

It wasn’t that way this choir class,

For me anyway

I was getting ready to take a seat to watch our Christmas program

I finally found a chair and started sitting down,

But I didn’t land on the chair, I landed on a music stand and my arm went numb.

Pain suddenly surged my body.

I

Broke my wrist

Karisa Wubben

10 DAYS :)

So... in 10 days, 10 days I get my cast off!!! WHOOH! I'm pumped! January 26th, 2012 :) Being in a cast for.. 7 weeks, SUCKS. It's gonna be so nice to be able to do things again, with both my arms. So yeah, pretty soon i'm gonna hopefully, hopefully be able to play basketball again :D That is what i'm probably most excited for, well besides getting this smelly lump of plexiglass off my arm.  Anyway that's all for now. 10 DAYS :D