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.