THIS IS WHY MY BROTHER CALLS ME RALPH
Yesterday, I had a "little" accident during my kickboxing class. During kickboxing, we were split up into groups and we got to play little games. One of the games was rock, paper, scissors. That was the game where my accident occured. Now many of you are probably thinking, how can someone get hurt playing rock, paper, scissors? Apparently very easy, since I did. You play like you would normally. However, if you lost, depending on which direction you were facing, you had to turn around, run towards the wall, tag the wall, and get back to your spot before the winner tags you out. I had lost, I turned around to tag the wall, and for whatever reason, my shoes stopped in mid-run, but I didn't. All I could do was fall forward. I smashed my face into a freakin' brick wall. Can you say ouch. So at the time, I had a bloody nose, scraped up chin, scraped up knee from having it skid across the floor, a chipped tooth, a busted upper lip, a nice scrap on my right wrist, a nice cut on the inside of my lower lip where my braces scrap up against.
The after math is this: I have a bruised/swollen nose, a chipped tooth/possibly a loose tooth, scraped up chin, scraped up lower lip, semi-busted upper lip, scraped up knee, and some how I screwed up my right arm..probably because I believe that that was the arm that I used to try and stop myself from smaking into the wall. Aren't I a bright one?
Incase any of you see me in the next couple of days, no, no one abused me. I did this all on my own. And if my brother could read this, he would most likely shake his head and call me Ralph.
The after math is this: I have a bruised/swollen nose, a chipped tooth/possibly a loose tooth, scraped up chin, scraped up lower lip, semi-busted upper lip, scraped up knee, and some how I screwed up my right arm..probably because I believe that that was the arm that I used to try and stop myself from smaking into the wall. Aren't I a bright one?
Incase any of you see me in the next couple of days, no, no one abused me. I did this all on my own. And if my brother could read this, he would most likely shake his head and call me Ralph.