English 1109 M/W
I don’t want to sound like the guy who always talks about how he was so good at sports and sound super cocky because that’s not who I am so I hope I don’t sound like one. When I was in high school I was just really known for sports mainly wrestling. As a freshman I went to districts and I was one point from going to state which I unlikely as a freshman. But my Sophomore year I was ranked number 1 and was pick to place at state but a senior took my stop and lost to a guy I beat twice before. I was waiting for next year to go to state and I also playing football and my junior year of football I was the running back when our starter got hurt and I was the wide receiver, and on every single special team, so I got hit a lot that game.
I thought I grab the wrong helmet at the time because it felt so tight but it was mine I took my helmet off and told the coach I can’t go in at running back I’m not feeling so good but I didn’t was to stay out so I went back in at linebacker and in at special teams. The next day they told me I have a concussion and I need to take a couple days off so I did but I didn’t feel any better and those days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I never go to play football or wrestle ever again after that. Today marks 2 years and 27 days with a head injury and I didn’t know why I deserved something like this. I was going go to school for sports but this happened and so I was very down that first year and as I was sitting on my brothers 6-foot bean bag he calls bertha my mom played the song “F*cking Perfect” by Pink and she told me that your still perfect to me and everyone around who knows you.
|This is the cover I saw every time that song came on|