Louis Dion Creative Writing
Mr. Kefor
22 February 2015
Common Sense: Ha!
Over
the years, I have been known to lack in places where most people do not, including
in the area of common sense. I have gone against the grain in almost every situation
involving the use of common sense. Crossing the street or saying the right
things at the appropriate times, I have
not excelled at these things. Even though I have shown these qualities for most
of my life, everyone began to notice my lack of common sense back in 2002,
during my second year of preschool.
I was
four years old at the time, and I went to preschool at the L.G. Nourse School.
Our class always played on the smaller, plastic playground instead of the
larger, metal playground at the school because our class was thought of as immature and irresponsible. But one day, the teachers felt confident that the
class was ready to use the larger playground at recess. When they told us we were going to go on the larger playground, the teachers asked the class to be careful due to the danger the playground presented, and everything
would have been okay if I was not in the class that day.
I was
always an out of control, crazy, spontaneous child, and I always got (and
sometimes still get) very excited very quickly. I got so insane sometimes that
I had to literally run off my excitement, even at four years old. Running was a
way of calming myself down, but on this day, running would be my downfall.
When I
heard that our class was going to use the metal playground during recess, well,
you can understand how I reacted. For the ten minutes between the time I knew
about the playground endeavour and the time the class and I went outside, nobody
could contain me. Jumping around in the classroom, screaming in excitement,
waiting by the door (all of which were the exact opposite of the actions of my
fellow classmates), I could not be stopped by my teachers. By the time I went
outside, I was super energized and was ready to tackle the bigger playground.
As I
entered the playground, I saw many new obstacles for me to encounter. The first
thing that appeared was a long, tall slide across from me. Wanting to go on the slide,
I climbed to the top of the play area. There, I noticed a long wooden bridge, sort of like a runway, leading to a small metal step, which would go up to the loading
area of the slide, and then the slide would swirl back down to the ground. So, I thought it
would be a good idea to run with my head down towards the slide, jump up onto
the loading dock, jump from there into the slide, and
eventually slide down, which I thought was the most enjoyable part of the trick,
mostly because of my age. After devising this amazing plan, I began my journey.
I sprinted across the metal floor, watching the slide intently, getting ready
to perform this miraculous maneuver, then suddenly… I forgot to jump…
SPLAT!
My forehead collided into the metal step before the slide with an enormous
amount of force. Soon after hitting the step, I got up, not knowing what I had
just gotten myself in to. My teachers ran to my aid. They stared at me
while blood was running across my face, sourcing from in between my eyes. I did not feel
anything, and I could not tell that there was a red river of blood that
suddenly appeared on my head, so I asked if I could go play again. Instead, my
teachers called my mom to come to my side.
My mom decided to bring me to Sturdy Memorial Hospital to have a doctor check out the situation. Seven stitches later, my face was sealed back up and washed up so that my pale, tan skin was again showing. Then, after a couple weeks, the stitches were removed, and a scar remained to remind myself and others of this interesting event.
My mom decided to bring me to Sturdy Memorial Hospital to have a doctor check out the situation. Seven stitches later, my face was sealed back up and washed up so that my pale, tan skin was again showing. Then, after a couple weeks, the stitches were removed, and a scar remained to remind myself and others of this interesting event.
This is
not the end, however, because something else happened that day. After my family
and I got home from the hospital, I wanted to go back to school. It was five
o’clock at night, but all I wanted was to see my teachers and friends again. I
kept asking my mom to bring me back to the school, and my mom kept telling me
that school was over, but I did not believe her for one second. My mom decided
to show me herself by bringing me to the school after hours. It was revealed
there that the doors were locked and no one was playing outside on the
playground. I was so mad that I missed the rest of the school day. It made me
so mad that I began to cry, and cry, and cry, for one, two, three hours. I cried until I fell asleep, but the next day, I was again ready to learn more at
school.
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