well to explain the story so I can look back from the future and laugh at it: last day of JROTC camp I gashed my arm with wood and nails. There was a 10 feet wall in the leadership course and I tired to get down. I fell once and was afraid of falling again so I wrapped my arm to get a better grip to climb down. Then the nails and wood scraped my arm while I slide from the wall. I cut it so deep that I coud see the fat and I knew it was pretty serious when my 1st Sargent called the ambulance to rush down.
I got to the hospital waited forever and when they where finally done making me wait a needle filled with this stingy stuff was shot in to my wound. It hurrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. Hurt. scream gonk then they stitched it up and I was out. Almost half of the JROTC students in my school know about it know. Oh well. I'm alive. I'm okay. WHat bothered me is my sis. Saying that I wasn't paying attention. My sis said someone said that but I don't care what they said. It wasn't my fault I got gashed. the wall had nails and jagged wood and I was 10 feet above the grund. I was paying attention to the bar on the bottom so I wouldn't hurt my self or hit my self on the bar.
View User's Journal
my day
I would like to write about what I'm thinking sometimes or what happen during the day
 |
